[ Modesty? Who needs it. Set knows how they got here; John had observed him dying the death of some random Kenosian citizen, and in the height of his vulnerability — they had attended to one another, and put their minds together to accomplish something. Meridian and Zenith, working together on a matter other than their given, overarching goal — because, if neither of them were possible ( or both, or some other third thing ), every idiot who threw their whole heart and soul into service was going to have to deal with people like Set and John gloating.
And fucks sake, he wants to gloat SOOOOOO BAAAAAD.
He steps past John, into the shadow of one of the other great roots, tilting his head back so far that he nearly arches his spine in two — the Tree was impossibly large, a thing that would support the world. And knowing what he knows, researching what he has and connecting tenuous thoughts? He wonders what the tue identity of the Tree is, too. If it loves them, honestly, or seeks to manipulate them as well. Considering it is a Tree, and thus difficult to empathize with due to its lack of tangible, humanoid shape... he is going with the former. ]
You are a wonder, John Gaius. [ Spoken with a camaraderie that may be only for moments like this ( for he WOULD slaughter the necromancer wholesale in the next fight for the Oracle ), but camaraderie nonetheless. ] Without your expertise, we would be floundering into true shadows — perhaps this way, we will avoid the fate of our predecessors and truly change something. To do what you could not before, alone.
[ Below the dark line of his mask, his mouth curls. A soft thing? A sly thing? John might be on his way to actually saving a planet. ]
— I will do it myself. I will create an abundance around me before terminating myself, so that the conversion you seek will be exponential. What do you think? I still ask your wisdom.
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And fucks sake, he wants to gloat SOOOOOO BAAAAAD.
He steps past John, into the shadow of one of the other great roots, tilting his head back so far that he nearly arches his spine in two — the Tree was impossibly large, a thing that would support the world. And knowing what he knows, researching what he has and connecting tenuous thoughts? He wonders what the tue identity of the Tree is, too. If it loves them, honestly, or seeks to manipulate them as well. Considering it is a Tree, and thus difficult to empathize with due to its lack of tangible, humanoid shape... he is going with the former. ]
You are a wonder, John Gaius. [ Spoken with a camaraderie that may be only for moments like this ( for he WOULD slaughter the necromancer wholesale in the next fight for the Oracle ), but camaraderie nonetheless. ] Without your expertise, we would be floundering into true shadows — perhaps this way, we will avoid the fate of our predecessors and truly change something. To do what you could not before, alone.
[ Below the dark line of his mask, his mouth curls. A soft thing? A sly thing? John might be on his way to actually saving a planet. ]
— I will do it myself. I will create an abundance around me before terminating myself, so that the conversion you seek will be exponential. What do you think? I still ask your wisdom.