[ His eyes flick to take it in from Tezca, the dim light of Draumahol makes it difficult to see his expression, but his mismatched gaze lingers for only a moment, and at first he doesn't notice anything, but one of those too-bright, neon-esque (or the Kenosian Equivalent) draws across Tezca's face, and he sees it. He's seen it before, of course, and his lips twitch, another of those half-faint, barely there smiles. The ones that seem drowned out by his general sour demeanor β or more accurately: oh, the misery.
He rolled his shoulders, as if acknowledging the last one first. ]
I don't. I understand, however, that this will be an escalation beyond what they have seen. They have grown too comfortable with their relative immortality. They accept that it will not happen, and that their lives are so easily returned to them.
[ It is not his justification for killing Quetz, of course, but he continues, because Silco has so many opinions, and Tezca has listened. He's like Set, and perhaps that is what motivates him to keep talking. ] This will be a reminder of her mortality β of their mortality. A reminder that nothing is a given.
And perhaps they will hate me, but they already do. I seem to have a way of surviving, against all odds. I'm uniquely motivated to.
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He rolled his shoulders, as if acknowledging the last one first. ]
I don't. I understand, however, that this will be an escalation beyond what they have seen. They have grown too comfortable with their relative immortality. They accept that it will not happen, and that their lives are so easily returned to them.
[ It is not his justification for killing Quetz, of course, but he continues, because Silco has so many opinions, and Tezca has listened. He's like Set, and perhaps that is what motivates him to keep talking. ] This will be a reminder of her mortality β of their mortality. A reminder that nothing is a given.
And perhaps they will hate me, but they already do. I seem to have a way of surviving, against all odds. I'm uniquely motivated to.