[ Angelo listens quietly, and he can't hide a certain skepticism once the Tuunbaq comes up - it was going to be his next question, really. If he really were to return with Elias, would that mean facing the ominous creature? Would that mean sacrifice to it, like the twisted prayer he'd been made to witness?
He relaxes when that doesn't seem to be the case. It's not as though he cannot understand devotion to something much larger than yourself, it's not as though he hadn't shared a desire to transcend what you are and fly far away... but whatever Elias had seen in that thing, all Angelo can think of is how monstrous it looked, with its apathetic eyes.
And so that's it then. Escaping a vengeful foreign god, to go to some islands, somewhere. 'Truly living' sounds abstract to Angelo - appalling at worst, as someone who has been treated as a commodity in the hedonism of others.
But he doesn't have anything to counter it with. There is no grand power to sweep him off his feet again, and he doesn't want there to be. It's just him now.
He looks down at his own bleeding leg - soon enough, that will be healed up through powers beyond his comprehension. Those powers won't follow them where Elias is proposing they go.
It's a bad deal, no matter how you look at it. There is no reason to go. So, of course, what he says is... ]
... alright. Three conditions.
[ He doesn't foresee anything he'd prefer doing cropping up anytime soon. Maybe this is just self-punishment for surviving his Captain. Maybe it's a death wish with no outlet. But... ]
First: if you pivot back to blood sacrifice, I'm out. Second: If you breathe even a word of my past to anybody we meet, I'll find a way to make you regret it. And third... Make it worth my while.
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He relaxes when that doesn't seem to be the case. It's not as though he cannot understand devotion to something much larger than yourself, it's not as though he hadn't shared a desire to transcend what you are and fly far away... but whatever Elias had seen in that thing, all Angelo can think of is how monstrous it looked, with its apathetic eyes.
And so that's it then. Escaping a vengeful foreign god, to go to some islands, somewhere. 'Truly living' sounds abstract to Angelo - appalling at worst, as someone who has been treated as a commodity in the hedonism of others.
But he doesn't have anything to counter it with. There is no grand power to sweep him off his feet again, and he doesn't want there to be. It's just him now.
He looks down at his own bleeding leg - soon enough, that will be healed up through powers beyond his comprehension. Those powers won't follow them where Elias is proposing they go.
It's a bad deal, no matter how you look at it. There is no reason to go. So, of course, what he says is... ]
... alright. Three conditions.
[ He doesn't foresee anything he'd prefer doing cropping up anytime soon. Maybe this is just self-punishment for surviving his Captain. Maybe it's a death wish with no outlet. But... ]
First: if you pivot back to blood sacrifice, I'm out. Second: If you breathe even a word of my past to anybody we meet, I'll find a way to make you regret it. And third... Make it worth my while.