[They are set upon the path of absolution but there remains a wariness in Argenti's expression when a man who has belittled his Aeon now asks to know of Them. Still in Their name he must learn to overlook his own reservations and help speak the truth of Them, for Idrila's sake. In the end Argenti recognizes that Richard is now earnestly trying.]
I do understand holding one's god above all others.
[A cautious beginning. A holding out of an olive branch as he falls into step with Richard. A stroll down a lush path does seem nice if nothing else.]
I am aware that you may find my being so duty bound to an Aeon you do not know strange. Perhaps if I were to explain why I am so devoted we could finally find a common ground.
In simple terms, as a path strider of The Beauty it is even the concept itself that I must protect.
[For a moment, as if to visualize the vibrant memories in his mind again without distraction, he shuts his eyes. In that moment his expression looks pained until he opens those emerald eyes once more to gaze into the distance down the path.]
In this pursuit I have slain a former comrade who became a nightmarish form, now lost in a blind pursuit of power. I have bled into unconsciousness countless times. Each time I have seen traces of Them laid out before me- guiding my path; but always I remain just out of reach and I have yet to be able to catch a glimpse of Them.
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Date: 2024-10-24 09:17 pm (UTC)I do understand holding one's god above all others.
[A cautious beginning. A holding out of an olive branch as he falls into step with Richard. A stroll down a lush path does seem nice if nothing else.]
I am aware that you may find my being so duty bound to an Aeon you do not know strange. Perhaps if I were to explain why I am so devoted we could finally find a common ground.
In simple terms, as a path strider of The Beauty it is even the concept itself that I must protect.
[For a moment, as if to visualize the vibrant memories in his mind again without distraction, he shuts his eyes. In that moment his expression looks pained until he opens those emerald eyes once more to gaze into the distance down the path.]
In this pursuit I have slain a former comrade who became a nightmarish form, now lost in a blind pursuit of power. I have bled into unconsciousness countless times. Each time I have seen traces of Them laid out before me- guiding my path; but always I remain just out of reach and I have yet to be able to catch a glimpse of Them.