[ Blade is not an optimist. He isn't even a realist.
Believing in things happening for the better doesn't exist for him. It won't ever. Or so he thinks, anyway. He offered threats, but couldn't make good on them. ]
Isn't it clear that we're at his mercy? At any time he could have had our throats slit; our bodies smashed, and our lives snuffed out.
But, we breathe. To live at his whims, to dance to his tune.
[ There's a pause. ]
Death is inevitable for all things. An eternity doesn't exist even for an Aeon.
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Believing in things happening for the better doesn't exist for him. It won't ever. Or so he thinks, anyway. He offered threats, but couldn't make good on them. ]
Isn't it clear that we're at his mercy? At any time he could have had our throats slit; our bodies smashed, and our lives snuffed out.
But, we breathe. To live at his whims, to dance to his tune.
[ There's a pause. ]
Death is inevitable for all things. An eternity doesn't exist even for an Aeon.