Whatever personification of his mother Mesec seemed to implant upon the feline, it seemed not to notice. The hints of malice, of disappointment, of resentment (or guilt?) were completed ignored, or perhaps just overlooked.
Mesec- With large unblinking eyes the feline regarded him, as one might a child who was throwing a tantrum. You are the offspring of a God. You cannot cling to your insecurities the way others do. You were not afforded the upbringing that they were - it simply could not be. But that is no reason to rally your hatred. That your mother was not there to swaddle you in affection is no cause for resentment, the same way a cactus can not resent the sky for its lack of rain. Such is the way of things. But yes - if you had made more time, perhaps you would have understood. She gave you the tools you needed to find her puppet, and you too - like all the others - failed to see the wickedness among yourselves.
Unblinking, the creature regarded the demi god patiently, knowing that her words would not soothe his mind, or come easily. She only hoped he would understand and hear the truth in her words. The emotional connection and betrayal Mesec felt only cast doubt and haze. He was not seeing clearly ... ahh. But that was her purpose here.
Hototo chose to die, to protect those around him. That was not your mother's decision. You cannot blame her for the free will of others. You must remember Mesec, that you are young. Unlike your mother and her brethern, you are not immortal. You have not seen all that there was, you do not know what will be. Before you cast stones, look within yourself. How do you know what is best?
That excuse sounds like nothing more than the easiest way to justify her actions.
At this, the feline bared her teeth before her mask of tranquility once again resumed. Her dark tail flickered against her side with growing agitation. That sounds like an excuse as well. You do not seek to understand, you do not seek to know. You did not try hard enough to prevent the murders when you could have. But instead of recognizing it, you push all culpability onto your mother. You disregard her sentiment that this was for the good of all, and cling to your childish and needy demands for a life free of hurt, free of pain. That is not the way of things Mesec.
Pausing, her tail finally immobile at her side, she sighed. I have been sent with a gift and a task .. Your mother believes that both will aid in your understanding. This is not a trick - she offered quickly, sure that some sort of manipulation was already forming in the stallion's mind. - nor a trap. It is an offering. A way that you might see things as your mother does - a way for you to understand the difficulty that protection creates. Will you accept?
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