[He has always known power, in excess. Sajj'aka is sure of that. He has never felt this joy because he has never needed the same. The joy of accomplishment, knowing the next meal is ensured, and to have enjoyment in acquiring it in the first place, under a peaceful sky, under the quiet of nothing but birdsong and the splash of the magma.
He envies them more every day. This Draconae's life is not wasted because he lives it. He lives it in every waking moment.
Sajj'aka folds his hands together.] A duty of which some of us take to better than others. [Not to say anything of Aegis's responsibilities. He doesn't know if Aegis says such things because they are both aware of his own lacking.]
I have oft thought it some cosmic humour, that even with limitless power we are still slaves to others. Whether it be nature, or people. [He stands as the boy casts his cast his line again, ready for a second bite. "One more and I'll be set," he offers the words to the air, as if knowing who he's asking.] Every living thing is beholden to another. No matter how long we live, such truth shall not change. [He smiles, though, dim as it is.] Perhaps it's the only thing that keeps some of us sane.
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[He has always known power, in excess. Sajj'aka is sure of that. He has never felt this joy because he has never needed the same. The joy of accomplishment, knowing the next meal is ensured, and to have enjoyment in acquiring it in the first place, under a peaceful sky, under the quiet of nothing but birdsong and the splash of the magma.
He envies them more every day. This Draconae's life is not wasted because he lives it. He lives it in every waking moment.
Sajj'aka folds his hands together.] A duty of which some of us take to better than others. [Not to say anything of Aegis's responsibilities. He doesn't know if Aegis says such things because they are both aware of his own lacking.]
I have oft thought it some cosmic humour, that even with limitless power we are still slaves to others. Whether it be nature, or people. [He stands as the boy casts his cast his line again, ready for a second bite. "One more and I'll be set," he offers the words to the air, as if knowing who he's asking.] Every living thing is beholden to another. No matter how long we live, such truth shall not change. [He smiles, though, dim as it is.] Perhaps it's the only thing that keeps some of us sane.