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Isopia in places deep with roots entwined i live among you, well disguised Isopia's gaze remained wholly neutral as she listened. Ashamin's responses infuriated her on an academic level; he did not seem to follow the flow of her arguments and substituted fallacious emotional outbursts for rigorous reasons. Still, the fact that he hadn't just walked off after her first attempt to answer him dulled the sterile frustration that she could feel somewhere in the back of her mind. So few of her interlocutors had the academic prowess to keep up with her vast mind - but even fewer of them actually bothered to stick around and try to. Even if Ashamin wasn't trying to formulate his thoughts into something coherent or validly structured, at least he appeared to be trying to do something, and that was more than she could say for most. Blinking, the girl exhaled. He had said so much, and so many things which were just false. Where to start? You are not so all seeing as you might believe "But you are?". Her voice was not as challenging as before - merely inquisitive. Again her mind whirled back to the first fight with the Rift Gods. She saw her water extinguish Aithniel's fire as it bled across the bear's coat. She saw her magic wash away blood and feathers from Kaj. She saw attacks halted and de-stabilized as they failed to pierce through her watery veil. But unless Ashamin was counting whatever resulting wetness those around her might have experienced, he was wrong. She had hurt no one. "Then I was merely protecting as well. If you were in a war - a just war let's presume - would you not be able to ascribe bravery and honour to those you fought against? At least in same cases? If so, then it's possible to ascribe honour to an opponent. As you have judged, I was your opponent on that day, but I fought to protect, just as you did. I fought, as I said, for a reprieve. The Gods are not infallible - if that isn't clear to you by their abundance of admitted mistakes and shortcomings, then it should at least have been clear during that battle. Were there not two Gods that day? One yelling charge, and one yelling to stop? We invaded their homes; that they fought back was not unpredictable. You chose to listen to your patron God, you followed bias and personal information. I followed a more objective line of reasoning. I hurt no one - it was not my intention to. You all turned into a mob as soon as the God of Time gave the word. Surely your warrior-teacher did not just teach you to blindly follow?" Shaking her head and exhaling a stream of warm air, after having spoken for so long, and continued. "Did your brave warrior not teach you the difference between what you perceive to be the case - as in the perceived threat of the Blood Falls, by your own admission - and what is actually the case?" Her voice had fallen back into its academic cadence, as if their bodies were not exhausted from their recent spar, and as if the tension in the air was not thick around them. They might have been strolling along the beach discussing morality given the lightness and curiosity in her voice. "We didn't know enough about the Bear God to commit him to death. I do not kill just because a God tells me to." There. That was it then - the differences he spoke of. Ashamin's loyalties ran deeper and more distant that Iso's did - but that was only because he didn't know. He would not be so loyal to Gods who played with their lives with such fickle attention, if he knew better. "We are all just cosmic forces." She mumbled - waving a wing as if it indicate that her comment didn't require a response, although her quad-horned head shook a little indicating her disappointment in his metaphysical inadequacies. However as he mentioned the land which supposedly cradled her - her golden eyes flashed and her giant-body straightened to attention. The desire to immediately correct his mistake throbbed on her tongue, begging to be uttered. But Isopia had never used her lineage in an argument - it had never been relevant. Until now. "This land does not cradle me." She corrected, her voice cold and certain. "I was born to cradle it. That is my duty - to balance the world and temper it - and that obligation is above whatever command the Time God gave. It is in my bones and my blood. " I am a part of the furniture of this world that you merely walk through. "You can judge my actions as cowardly, from behind your veil of ignorance and mismatched virtues. Your ethical net is not wide enough to make sense of my actions, and that is fine. But don't fool yourself into thinking that just because you catch only fish with the meager net you have, that whales do not exist. There are more things in heaven and earth than are captured by your world view." So that you understand what a god can do for a mortal in this land, because clearly you do not Iso's lips twisted into a half smile and half frown. Of course he was wrong - she knew better than most what it was the Gods could do for them (and what they couldn't). Although Iso kept her lineage mostly secretive, she had never been so tempted to simply state who she was. It was not pride that fostered this inclination, but merely the opportunity to correct Ashamin, who was clearly so misguided in this thinking. That he would attribute wrongness to disobeying the wishes of the Time God was preposterous. She was sure that if her uncle was here in the flesh, he would agree. Disagreeing with him was not inherently bad. Nothing in this world was inherently bad. Isopia exhaled and shook her head. Ashamin was like a bad student, too foregone into his own certainties to see his errors. Perhaps she had misjudged him. He was not here to learn and foster his intellect. He was here, continuing to talk to her now, to reassure himself that he was not wrong. "I understand the Gods far better than you seem to think I do." She said softly, biting back on desire to give him the piece of evidence that might help break his shell of ignorance. But that piece of knowledge was near and dear to her heart. If he had not been at the battle for the Isles, to see her with her Father in clear relation, nor seen her battle against the other four rift Gods who entered, then perhaps even the blatent truth of her lineage would not help. He was too far gone in his own misguided world. Just answer the question I asked of you. "What question?" She asked, genuinely perplexed. |
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