[ Dorian draws in a sharp breath. Has that really what all this has been about? They had all assumed that Predathos was hunting them to be rid of them, the last weaknesses of what was left of Orym’s humanity so that Predathos could completely take him over. But he wanted to…protect them?
Orym wants to protect them.
The knowledge stabs at his heart, especially with that last confession. He can feel his own resolve waver, but he still shakes his head, forcing himself to push on. ]
So you’re killing the gods, shuffling all this power…for our protection? You’re trying to gather us all here to keep us safe, locked away from the dangers of this world?
I’ve had that kind of “protection” before, Orym, you know I have. And you know how I feel about it.
[ A small part of him hates this, hates having to throw this in Orym’s face like this. But he has to reach the halfling somehow. ]
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Date: 2023-04-09 07:10 am (UTC)Orym wants to protect them.
The knowledge stabs at his heart, especially with that last confession. He can feel his own resolve waver, but he still shakes his head, forcing himself to push on. ]
So you’re killing the gods, shuffling all this power…for our protection? You’re trying to gather us all here to keep us safe, locked away from the dangers of this world?
I’ve had that kind of “protection” before, Orym, you know I have. And you know how I feel about it.
[ A small part of him hates this, hates having to throw this in Orym’s face like this. But he has to reach the halfling somehow. ]