[ Drizzt's walls fly up, the images of predatory women speaking in sweet tones about submission in return for acceptance nearly soaring out from his own memories before he locks them away. His tone and mind grow cold as the permafrost, immediately resentful of Amos's assertion. If anything, being told that he will, one day — it makes him dig his heels in harder, and feel more hostile towards the woman in question.
The agitation Amos feels toward him, even briefly, feels like acceptance of Yima is an expectation. Not a choice. That because they're both Zenith, they have to feel the same way. Never. Not ever. The ranger wants to hold a blade up, immediately, and dare Amos to answer: If I never do, will you make me? To demand to know where Zenith's people really stand, if they're required to understand their leader. To care for her. Accept her. ]
Amos.
[ Softly, he levels his mind upon the man. Calm and steady and mournful. ]
I will never choose a leader's will over that of the people. Every time, I will choose them. If that means we opposed, then so be it. But, I truly hope we can find common ground, and work together. I'm still here, after all. Whether the Oracles could achieve Meridian's goal or not isn't what I'm worried about.
[ He's not so far entrenched that Zenith is the only way. But, it's the essential way. ]
I don't want anyone going back. That's where Oblivion is. They'll die again, and we'll lose... everything they represent. We lost Quetzalcoatl. Her memories, her perspective and power. She would have been so good to the people.
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[ Drizzt's walls fly up, the images of predatory women speaking in sweet tones about submission in return for acceptance nearly soaring out from his own memories before he locks them away. His tone and mind grow cold as the permafrost, immediately resentful of Amos's assertion. If anything, being told that he will, one day — it makes him dig his heels in harder, and feel more hostile towards the woman in question.
The agitation Amos feels toward him, even briefly, feels like acceptance of Yima is an expectation. Not a choice. That because they're both Zenith, they have to feel the same way. Never. Not ever. The ranger wants to hold a blade up, immediately, and dare Amos to answer: If I never do, will you make me? To demand to know where Zenith's people really stand, if they're required to understand their leader. To care for her. Accept her. ]
Amos.
[ Softly, he levels his mind upon the man. Calm and steady and mournful. ]
I will never choose a leader's will over that of the people. Every time, I will choose them. If that means we opposed, then so be it. But, I truly hope we can find common ground, and work together. I'm still here, after all. Whether the Oracles could achieve Meridian's goal or not isn't what I'm worried about.
[ He's not so far entrenched that Zenith is the only way. But, it's the essential way. ]
I don't want anyone going back. That's where Oblivion is. They'll die again, and we'll lose... everything they represent. We lost Quetzalcoatl. Her memories, her perspective and power. She would have been so good to the people.