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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[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.