[ His arms open to gesture above them, to gesture around them; they've all come from different worlds and he agrees that there is a limit to how much a person can come to care about someone else. ]
The amount of care I have those summoned here is debatable at best. [ He folds his hands on his chest, letting out a long pleased sigh. ] People who are willing to cling to one another because their circumstances are similar... don't you find that kind of funny?
[ Nero cranes his neck so that he could get a look at the man's face. ] People who act like they're old friends with one another... that they'd die for one another... isn't that hilarious? They're attempting to make themselves feel less alone in this whole world by speeding their relationships along... like the bonds that we made back home could be easily replaced.
[ The elf has only one person that he cares about. Everyone else is just entertainment to him until proven otherwise. He's got no beef with anyone; he's got no hate for them; at most, he's neutral to most folk. Why act like they have some long-standing hatred when he barely knows them? Why even hate them when their lives are shit anyway? He doesn't get it. ]
And yeah, well, no one knows who deserves it and who doesn't. [ His fingers drum on his chest as he gives him a wide smile. ] You and I... we're not judges... we're just executioners, aren't we, buddy?
[ At least, that's the feeling that he gets. The man doesn't judge anyone anymore than Nero judges anyone. But the way they don't judge people is different; Nero believes everyone has their own justifications to do anything, but ultimately, nothing matters. Killing them to fulfill his own justification and reasons isn't righteous but just proving his convictions -- his nihilism -- were stronger.
The elf gives him a small frown. ]
Well, so long as you can live with yourself, that's all anyone can do.
[ He replies in an easy way; accepting that the man will believe what he wants to believe. Their ideologies clash, but not so violently that it makes a spark or anything explosive. If anything, it's more like oil and water; peacefully coexisting with one another.
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[ His arms open to gesture above them, to gesture around them; they've all come from different worlds and he agrees that there is a limit to how much a person can come to care about someone else. ]
The amount of care I have those summoned here is debatable at best. [ He folds his hands on his chest, letting out a long pleased sigh. ] People who are willing to cling to one another because their circumstances are similar... don't you find that kind of funny?
[ Nero cranes his neck so that he could get a look at the man's face. ] People who act like they're old friends with one another... that they'd die for one another... isn't that hilarious? They're attempting to make themselves feel less alone in this whole world by speeding their relationships along... like the bonds that we made back home could be easily replaced.
[ The elf has only one person that he cares about. Everyone else is just entertainment to him until proven otherwise. He's got no beef with anyone; he's got no hate for them; at most, he's neutral to most folk. Why act like they have some long-standing hatred when he barely knows them? Why even hate them when their lives are shit anyway? He doesn't get it. ]
And yeah, well, no one knows who deserves it and who doesn't. [ His fingers drum on his chest as he gives him a wide smile. ] You and I... we're not judges... we're just executioners, aren't we, buddy?
[ At least, that's the feeling that he gets. The man doesn't judge anyone anymore than Nero judges anyone. But the way they don't judge people is different; Nero believes everyone has their own justifications to do anything, but ultimately, nothing matters. Killing them to fulfill his own justification and reasons isn't righteous but just proving his convictions -- his nihilism -- were stronger.
The elf gives him a small frown. ]
Well, so long as you can live with yourself, that's all anyone can do.
[ He replies in an easy way; accepting that the man will believe what he wants to believe. Their ideologies clash, but not so violently that it makes a spark or anything explosive. If anything, it's more like oil and water; peacefully coexisting with one another.
How terrible for his friend. ]
Anyway, I'm Nero. And you are?