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smashacademy2012-11-12 08:42 pm
loverofinnocence) wrote in smashacademy2012-11-12 08:42 pm
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[Video feed gives way to a mostly dark room. A lamp in the far corner is dim, implying the bulb is likely on its last 'limbs'. Caim sits at his desk, so like the one he had before. Almost everything is the same, except the layout is a little different and the wall once filled with a mural in the making - later covered in black - is no longer there.
Idly the prince wonders what might have come of his room.
He makes no initial movements, simply sits and stares at his monitor. He seems more like a silhouette in those moments, but eventually his hands move. A bracelet on his left wrist makes a very soft sound as it meets his desk.]
Divine providence. It delights me not.
[It seems as good a greeting as any.]
Idly the prince wonders what might have come of his room.
He makes no initial movements, simply sits and stares at his monitor. He seems more like a silhouette in those moments, but eventually his hands move. A bracelet on his left wrist makes a very soft sound as it meets his desk.]
Divine providence. It delights me not.
[It seems as good a greeting as any.]
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Perhaps that is why Angelus as always found humans so repulsive. They're most often selfish and entitled. Caim's fallen into that category himself before. As much as he wants to claim his endless slaughter of Empire 'swine' was for Furiae's torment, or for the justice of his parents, there's no denying he did it for himself.]
Then the world that this story is from resumed peace and tranquility.
Soldiers hardly have the optimism to have faith in such ideals.
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His eyes shut for a moment as he thinks of what to say. N finds this subject to be incredibly fragile. ]
Ideals are black and truths are white. In this world, grey values also exist, some unwanted and some required by humans in their society. To face ideals would be to make what you aspire for a reality. To face the truth would be to take reality in mind while coinciding with these ideals.
Black and white... and grey.
To lose resolve would mean to fall into a grey area of truth. You find that the reality is a world of war, a world of never-ending turmoil, a world without peace. Your ideal world is that of peace, tranquility, the need for fighting and killing to be null and void.
This world... This world is not within those shades of grey. Our grey area of truth is far brighter, a reality of peace and harmony, much unlike your world. This may not be your ideal world, as that world would be yours reformed, but this world... It is the closest you may be able to obtain in regards to your dreams.
This world is peaceful and tranquil, yet your mind is still within the grey confines of your perceived truth. You must be ready to move into the world of your ideals. You must hold optimism that this may come to be, to see this city as a glimmer of hope, lest you never prepare your mind for your dreams and move on.
Faith is a very powerful concept, one that should be used in full. Please, utilize it.
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You are certainly a vessel of knowledge.
This world is very different from the one that I came from. From a world where I could only fight tirelessly and endlessly to proceed on a failing path into one where... It is a world like mine before we were punished by the Watchers. I did not know such a thing could exist.
I have not said it to anyone so plainly, but if I had to choose between my world and this one, I would much rather be here. I have no intentions of soiling it with anything from Midgard, if it can be helped.