[ that's where it all started for him. months and months ago (longer, it seemed, time was an interesting thing when it came to gods), he had his suspicions about the destruction of the Drabkeeper's castle which stemmed from suspicions of the Drabkeeper, himself. it was confirmed by Morla, not just by her words, but by the scathing look of hatred she gave him when she spoke about him. he wonders, now, if it was a squabble between friends, or a helping hand aiding another into a long sleep. that's what the documents had referred to, those that came at the time of Da, and those that were given mercy before the Void swallowed them whole.
he continues working as Joshua speaks, green eyes intent on whatever task that he's preforming. finally, he looks up, quirking his head in bitter amusement. here Joshua comes now, in borderline desperation and wrought with frustration, just when it seems too late. oh, irony. ]
This war was never about chaos versus order—that's ... [ he waves a dark nailed hand. ] Lack of foresight. Chaos and order aren't places on a scale that slide back and forth, we don't go from point A to point B and choose between inevitable extremes.
So, you're wrong. We are being forced into roles. [ he closes an eye and looks thoughtful. ] When a story is told a lot of times, details change, but the bulk remains the same. How do I know? Because if the Unseelie had won, even once, we wouldn't be having this conversation, would we? There'd just be a whole lot of nothing. Zip, nadda, the end. Choice is an illusion when you're locked into the resonance of your given nature. [ he shouldn't sound so bitter about that, but he does. ]
For chaos, it's an antithesis. Chaos isn't confined, it's the opposite. It's choice, freedom, wants and needs. Order always has the advantage because within the place of destiny; order always works within its means. Thus, you could say that the Unseelie fight a double war. We fight for the right of our own choices, and we fight to express those choices.
But that's just part of it.
It's also a family feud. That's how the gem was broken, after all, why shouldn't it stay that way? Think of it this way: if you had a sister who loved you, who was bound by fate and suffering beneath it, what would you do? Here, we're given two choices, aren't we? You fight to struggle from beneath the reins of fate, if only for a few moments to reunite and stop fighting before the suffering ends and you become nothing; the other option is continue the cycle, no matter how bad it gets, just so you can continue to have the company of those you love.
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he continues working as Joshua speaks, green eyes intent on whatever task that he's preforming. finally, he looks up, quirking his head in bitter amusement. here Joshua comes now, in borderline desperation and wrought with frustration, just when it seems too late. oh, irony. ]
This war was never about chaos versus order—that's ... [ he waves a dark nailed hand. ] Lack of foresight. Chaos and order aren't places on a scale that slide back and forth, we don't go from point A to point B and choose between inevitable extremes.
So, you're wrong. We are being forced into roles. [ he closes an eye and looks thoughtful. ] When a story is told a lot of times, details change, but the bulk remains the same. How do I know? Because if the Unseelie had won, even once, we wouldn't be having this conversation, would we? There'd just be a whole lot of nothing. Zip, nadda, the end. Choice is an illusion when you're locked into the resonance of your given nature. [ he shouldn't sound so bitter about that, but he does. ]
For chaos, it's an antithesis. Chaos isn't confined, it's the opposite. It's choice, freedom, wants and needs. Order always has the advantage because within the place of destiny; order always works within its means. Thus, you could say that the Unseelie fight a double war. We fight for the right of our own choices, and we fight to express those choices.
But that's just part of it.
It's also a family feud. That's how the gem was broken, after all, why shouldn't it stay that way? Think of it this way: if you had a sister who loved you, who was bound by fate and suffering beneath it, what would you do? Here, we're given two choices, aren't we? You fight to struggle from beneath the reins of fate, if only for a few moments to reunite and stop fighting before the suffering ends and you become nothing; the other option is continue the cycle, no matter how bad it gets, just so you can continue to have the company of those you love.