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06-21-2015, 11:31 PM
He recoiled as she recounted the relations she had with the spawn of the immortals, the features of the dark face twisting. Yet it wasn't in revulsion as she might have expected. Why would he hold it against her, who already was a victim? No, it was pity that reflected so glaringly, towards her and towards the poor bastards who had been corrupted even before birth.
Like himself.
It wasn't their fault, no more than it was the fault of anyone who had been born with or exposed to magic through no doing of their own. The ones he couldn't forgive were the gods that kept meddling, and the idiots who - like he once had - entrusted their fate to someone else rather than so something on their own.
"So you're already trapped" he said, and for the first time since she had called out to him his anger abated, flames quieting in the burning gaze. "You're right, there's no use talking to you; even if you understood or agreed there is nothing you can do anyway."
He blew thickly through the nostrils, a sigh that was both explosive and weary. In a few simple strides - suddenly both elegant and graceful once he stopped trying so hard - Cathun stepped aside and turned away his head, indicating he'd let her go if she still wanted to. And why wouldn't she?
"I don't care whether they are mothers or fathers" he muttered, not looking at the girl as he expected her to scurry away as fast as she could. "I don't care if they've done something to me or not. They're still gods, they still meddle, and they will continue to drag mortals into their schemes as long as they exist. I wish I could kill them. I wish I could erase every last trace of magic in the whole world. But I can't, I don't have enough time left... "
Sooty lips curled into a bitter smile.
"Go back to your friends, girl, you who can. I'm staying as far away as I can - maybe I'm a self-serving ass but at least I won't leave anyone to mourn when I die. That is what I call selfish."
He stared emptily into the oozing lava, kept watching it churn and flow even as the eyes began to hurt from the brightness. The pain felt good - made him feel real. Reminded him that he was still alive.
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