[ That's the exact kind of self-important response that the Sentinel would have expected. There isn't much way for him to show anger, not anymore, but maybe the gleam of what little light exists in this sanctum off the golden cracks that spider-web over his marble body might be a hint of it.
He steps closer, rounding on Anthropos so that he can't simply avert his gaze as they talk. ]
And who are you to decide that they needed that kind of rescuing?
[ They're human. They're supposed to make mistakes, and while sometimes the gods can offer help when the mortals find themselves in bad situations, he somehow doubts that's what Anthropos did. ]
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He steps closer, rounding on Anthropos so that he can't simply avert his gaze as they talk. ]
And who are you to decide that they needed that kind of rescuing?
[ They're human. They're supposed to make mistakes, and while sometimes the gods can offer help when the mortals find themselves in bad situations, he somehow doubts that's what Anthropos did. ]