"I don't suppose you can turn back time," Laedo wonders drily. How much easier this all would be if Goddesses could unknit their own consequences like a mis-woven spell. It's the first amount of sass that he's allowed himself, and now he feels terrible for it.
"Where I come from, my Goddess, Aska, has been at war with her sister," and the way he says it is far from impartial, "Zenite, since before any of us can remember. Like you she is big, bright, and benevolent... or so we believed down to the last of us. Yet she still sacrificed hundreds of our number in an argument with her sister over how to maintain the status quo..." Dipping his head further, fingering the pendant he wore, he refuses to look at Nalanni directly. "I have to admit, after what I have witnessed, I suspect if I could have had a choice I would have rather been bound to a goddess who could make swift, certain decisions, like you, over one who dithers." It's an extremely petty wish, and he knows it, but he'd grown up with making admissions to Goddesses as though they were standing before him. That is what worship is all about, isn't it? (Well, that and service. Speaking of which...)
"You deserve to know that I and people like me have been sent to pass a final judgement, and that if you have not resigned yourself to your fate, you deserve fairer circumstances than these." He grows a little more agitated. "Our superiors wish either to remove you and your sister from this existence, or to let you both free to the detriment of all the living things on this planet, though I cannot say I know my compatriots well enough to judge their decision. You must gird yourself: darker corners have yet to be turned."
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"Where I come from, my Goddess, Aska, has been at war with her sister," and the way he says it is far from impartial, "Zenite, since before any of us can remember. Like you she is big, bright, and benevolent... or so we believed down to the last of us. Yet she still sacrificed hundreds of our number in an argument with her sister over how to maintain the status quo..." Dipping his head further, fingering the pendant he wore, he refuses to look at Nalanni directly. "I have to admit, after what I have witnessed, I suspect if I could have had a choice I would have rather been bound to a goddess who could make swift, certain decisions, like you, over one who dithers." It's an extremely petty wish, and he knows it, but he'd grown up with making admissions to Goddesses as though they were standing before him. That is what worship is all about, isn't it? (Well, that and service. Speaking of which...)
"You deserve to know that I and people like me have been sent to pass a final judgement, and that if you have not resigned yourself to your fate, you deserve fairer circumstances than these." He grows a little more agitated. "Our superiors wish either to remove you and your sister from this existence, or to let you both free to the detriment of all the living things on this planet, though I cannot say I know my compatriots well enough to judge their decision. You must gird yourself: darker corners have yet to be turned."