voice; un: homeros

[leitstern]

Hmph! Titles here are worthless. Futile, trivial words scrawled on parchment. Merely thinking of them insults me.

[Granted, he needs little provocation to feel insulted.]

Why do you regard their distinction as an accolade worthy of merit?

It has been most instructive as to the nature of your kind that you salivate like mongrels and chase subordination and not independence.

[There is an embittered sigh.]

Do you not entertain any notion of loyalty to your native land? Your eager willingness to chase glory is abominable. Hm. It is useless. You should close your mouths and remember where you come from.

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[unhappy]

...I meant more literal than that, but sure. I guess that too.

[ Emerald wants to believe that the changes she's making have meaning. That a street rat and a thief doesn't just become a worse criminal and never look back, but that she can become something better. So if he's right, that a nobleperson can't ever change because of the path they were on, then neither can she. So. ]

Without.. getting into too much detail, [ Because there's a lot, but this is the relatively impersonal version compared to the years of shit she's waded through. She can open up a little to make her point though. ]

There's still a real good chance that I'm going to die because it took pissing off an immortal, self-proclaimed goddess and her pet psycho killer to get off the path I was on. They still have my partner and the woman I thought was my family, and they're all working together to end the world... Hazel-- the man who helped me get out, was killed because he helped Oscar and I get out. So, spiritual death, actual murder. Both. You're right, that most people don't ever change because it can cost you everything. But I at least have to believe that it's not impossible or there's no point in any of this.

[leitstern]

[Well, that's a lot to digest. He listens for all of it, more out of curiosity than anything else. There are some parallels to his own relationship with an old friend - one who pissed him off, so to speak. It had taken coming to this place to drop his thoughts of murdering the man.]

I cannot claim I believe there is a point to anything. Or rather that such skepticism has not coloured my opinion for many a year. Honestly, I am afraid I have no words of comfort to offer you. Not that I ever believed such platitudes were honest or worthwhile. I am sorry if that is a disappointment.