voice;

[finisaeternam]

[There is a shuffling sound, like someone restlessly pacing back and forth in a patch of grass. Then a cold, demanding voice speaks.]

We have been here for weeks now.

What have you lot learned about this world?

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[finisaeternam]

It was their choice.

[The snake-like grin is audible in his voice.]

They're the ones that brought me here.

[sincleavers]

Don't be so sure. The people here don't seem to know any more about us than we do about them. You can't really think that's all an act, do you? Something would give it away by now.

[finisaeternam]

Their gods then. And if the gods brought me here, it was to rule.

[sincleavers]

Or maybe to teach you something. Which you're clearly not learning.

[finisaeternam]

Is that what you think? That this is all some grand lesson?

If so, what are they teaching you?

[sincleavers]

That there's no grand destiny that wants you to rule!

[Ooh, he mad. He takes a breath, and the rest is way less Big Mad.]

Whatever they brought us here for, they most certainly have their own agenda behind it. Thinking they brought you here specifically to be in charge is an insane ego trip.

[finisaeternam]

[A pause as he considers this, then...]


You think that they brought you here to teach you a lesson about me? And you dare speak to me of ego?

[sincleavers]

That's not--!

[He has to suppress a frustrated groan. It comes out as a sigh instead.]

The lesson I'm learning is that it's no use trying to talk to you about anything.