[Trish actually lifts her head at that, spine straight. Admittedly, and perhaps foolishly, her understanding of followers is pathetically small. She knows they get unique powers, and she knows there are ranks to climb.
But she didn't realize the cloak denoted a priest. Further, that a priest was the highest rank a fog follower could get. In no time at all, then, Atem had reached out to grab the greatest power this land had to offer. And still, she thinks, it's not enough. The fog is never going to give them what they really deserve.
That doggy grin is statuesque too, like Atem was carved from the stone that lined his idyllic past. But not warm, oh no.
As for what he's said...she wants to be happy, on some level. He's too much of a smart boy not to have missed the ramifications of what he did, but it's also because of that fact it was so blindsiding. She remembers singing with him, and the time he brought her flowers. People are many truths, but he always seemed to want to be...good. Good to other people. What does he want now that he has power?
The mer hums.]
If anything, that's what I'm really afraid of. That it won't be worth it to you. I don't have any faith at all that this world is meant to do anything but push us to make awful decisions.
[Because he was scared, and wanted to be safe. Anyone would want that. And in a world of magic and gods, where else is there to find sanctuary but in those same foundations?
Power isn't why she's unhappy with him.]
...I'm sure you could tell, but I was upset for awhile. In some ways I still am. But it's like Mukuro. I only knew what you showed me, and assumed the rest. I thought you had unwavering principles, but you're just like anyone else. You have limits.
[...]
Would I be wrong to assume you have some regrets as well? Or are you content with yourself?
"for some people, that's not enough, you're not enough, and never will be." lays on the floor
But she didn't realize the cloak denoted a priest. Further, that a priest was the highest rank a fog follower could get. In no time at all, then, Atem had reached out to grab the greatest power this land had to offer. And still, she thinks, it's not enough. The fog is never going to give them what they really deserve.
That doggy grin is statuesque too, like Atem was carved from the stone that lined his idyllic past. But not warm, oh no.
As for what he's said...she wants to be happy, on some level. He's too much of a smart boy not to have missed the ramifications of what he did, but it's also because of that fact it was so blindsiding. She remembers singing with him, and the time he brought her flowers. People are many truths, but he always seemed to want to be...good. Good to other people. What does he want now that he has power?
The mer hums.]
If anything, that's what I'm really afraid of. That it won't be worth it to you. I don't have any faith at all that this world is meant to do anything but push us to make awful decisions.
[Because he was scared, and wanted to be safe. Anyone would want that. And in a world of magic and gods, where else is there to find sanctuary but in those same foundations?
Power isn't why she's unhappy with him.]
...I'm sure you could tell, but I was upset for awhile. In some ways I still am. But it's like Mukuro. I only knew what you showed me, and assumed the rest. I thought you had unwavering principles, but you're just like anyone else. You have limits.
[...]
Would I be wrong to assume you have some regrets as well? Or are you content with yourself?