March - April Test Drive Meme

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[amaure]

[It's simple math, eight-fourteenths will never equal the same as a whole, duh!

Being in Team Rocket, he has seen a great measure of these Pokémon, each almost more absurd than the last. Even their world has some weird ass creatures, but not living magnets beyond what's created by man! And even those aren't alive. Maybe then his tinfoil hat won't seem so crazy.

Emet's smug expression sours a moment at Estinien's comments, his pale colored eyes seeking to lock with his companion's.]

I know well you mortals mark us Ascians as unscrupulous scoundrels, ever whittling away the hours of eternity by plotting our dark schemes and blood-drenched course...but let it be known, while your absence might not have any lasting harmful effect upon our star, mine most assuredly will.

[Now they seem to be just outside the city limits, though more a town with its size, Emet-Selch slows his pace, raising his arm for his Murkrow to land upon. It does, shifting on Estinien's head a little as it lifts with a flap of its wings, before settling to perch on Emet properly.]

What harm this hidden foe has caused in so doing will be far more immeasurable than you realize. For we Ascians are no more villains than what you choose to believe—not unlike the dragons of your war laid to rest.

You merely lack perspective.

[stardiving]

[He'll just think you're crazy for other reasons.

He watches calmly--but he is certainly not going to declare your goals just, only from your say-so. The loss of life--not only on their own world, but multiple others--is unconscionable. Just because you don't think they're alive doesn't mean they aren't. Just because you deem their lives lesser is no reason to destroy them. It's not the sundered's fault your world was destroyed. The mortal races didn't ask to get caught up in this.

He would empathize. He would. But...the ends do not always justify the means.]

You think I would not understand, because I am inherently lesser than you. Perhaps you are correct. What is a mortal life to an immortal one, but a candle set against an inferno?

That does not mean we do not have the right to live, or to fight to protect our own.

[He knew Nidhogg's grief. He'd felt it, keenly as it was his own, when their souls were intertwined. How things could have changed, if the elder wyrm could be reached, reasoned with. But nay, he did not change his course, and therefore his death was the only way to stop the bloodshed--for not even all Nidhogg's children wished to fight with man, but the control their sire had over them would drive them mad if they did not. Faunheim was proof of that.]

I tire of this. You say that we cannot understand your reasoning--yet you also cannot understand why we fight to oppose you. Or you do, and have decided that because we are lesser, it matters not. Is that perspective enough?

[amaure]

[That's entirely fair.

Emet-Selch too enjoys not the loss of life, though he reasons with himself that it scarce counts as such. Though, he'd be a fool to say he fully believes it, for if that were the case then he like as not wouldn't grow attached as he does, wouldn't have mourned his son, wouldn't have hoped or had faith.

Even in the Warrior of Light he's found hope again, though he's ignorant of the disappointment that would be sure to come his way ere long. The loss of life has proven a necessary endeavor until now, or so he's believed, and if he truly cared not for the loss, then he would not seek a path of lesser tragedy.

Yet still he marches forth on this bloody path, be it of his own true will, or Zodiark's; but the course cannot be denied.]

Nay, I did not say you could not understand, merely that you lack the perspective—the knowledge—to do so. Knowledge, that if you prove worthy, will be freely yours, for I know the history—the truth—of our world better than any of your short-lived historians ever could.

[However, the more serious expression of his ebbs away, and his annoying smirk returns. With a pointed shake of his arm, his Murkrow makes his way up it, settling on his trainer's shoulder as Emet lets his arm fall to his side.]

Do not mistake me, for I wish to understand the other side. Thus did I approach your companions, and thus I have yet kept their company upon their journey across the First, aiding them in their endeavor.

[With lethargy, he gestures with one hand, a bit dismissively.]

But such talk is for another time. We are at our destination, and safety is most certainly assured, Dragoon.

[And with that same tired gait, he sets forth again, using his free hand to wave in that languid, eccentric way he does. His Yamask following close behind, while his Murkrow seems keen on keeping an eye on Estinien.

As he continues, he calls back without so much as looking over his shoulder as he does:]

Worry not, we will meet again, friend.