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@maladhian
i need time⦠i just need more time.
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βBut your morales would dissuade you from following through, no?β
ββ¦ Yes, of course I can.β
βI have no use for your beliefs, I only require an answer to my question,β he picks up his cup of tea, having another sip. ββ¦ But I take you are not amenable to the attempt.β He places it down. βHowever, I thank you for indulging me.β
βIt sounds like you're selling me a tyrant's story.β
βA survivor, a Kingβs regret, a timeless truth many refuse to acceptβ the echoes of a civilization.β
βWhat else would they be?β
βYouβd assume the imprisoned a criminal?β
βI'm not freeing a criminal.β
βTo shatter a prison.β
βWhat are you asking?β
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βThen will you destroy to save more lives?β
βI refuse to destroy life.β
βMy request is specific.β
βThis is getting oddly specific.β
βCan you break a universe?β
βI may.β
βNeither do I see you as one, hence why I am asking.β
βI'm not a tool to be used.β
βI do not want you to fight me,β he straightens his back. βIβm asking if you could break something for me.β
βI'm not looking to fight you.β
βWhat can you break?β
βI wouldn't like to call myself that, but yes, I have dipped my toes in battle.β She placed the cup down.
He sets the cup back down, resting his forearms on his thighs, hunching slightly forward. βAl-Azif, are you experienced in breaking things?β
She accepted it. βI seeβ¦β It was, indeed, a foreign taste to her, but like all things outside and in the world of darkness, it was normal to her. She held the cup by its handle, delicately, and without any hint of comfort; rigidly formal.
βCuriosity,β gestures to her cup of tea. βHave a taste.β
βWhat does it matter?β
βWho is your master?β
βI am the spirit of a magical grimoire.β
A soft hum, as he proceeds to pour themselves cups of tea. βWhat are you, Al-Azif? You are no mere being, that is for certain.β
βSometimes we say things that aren't meant to be seen as poems.β
βAnd what led you to that metaphor?β
βIt was a metaphor.β
βYou deem me lost? Pray tell.β He begins preparing themselves tea, adding the spices into the water, giving it sometime to let it heat up.
inclined to worry about a lost child.β The corner of her eye was caught by the eyes piercing her visage.