[ 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.
[Joshua listens to all of it, and nods after a moment.]
Perhaps I'm wrong and naive, but I don't believe that these roles are as restrictive as we think they are. I believe someone is contriving against us as a whole. For example, the Shardbearers who came long before us could use their magic in ways only now are we of the current generation starting to see. We've been at a disadvantage the moment that knowledge was lost, save for a handful or less of people. The Cult is yet another symptom, but I have doubts as to it being the source.
And it may be that the lack of knowledge limits how we can do anything. It doesn't help that we were brought here with a hidden time limit of a little less three years to figure out what's truly going on.
[He knows what it is to be confined to strict, divine rules, but he's found ways to bend them. He sees no reason to stop now.]
With this antithesis to your side, I would imagine that your High Queen and or your High King have been feeling that much more in comparison.
[One or both embody chaos. It's only natural that they'd feel this strain far more keenly than any other.]
I liked Hecate more than I liked Janus. ['Life's little crossroads....'] We're presented two choices and told that they're the only ones we're to choose from. Or you could choose a supposed third, which is to reject these paths and make your own. It's the hardest path, especially in this damaged world. But I'm not here to debate this, as much fun as that would be.
[Funny how this feud reminds him of something that's been bothering him since his Game had ended in his world. Funnier still how it's only until this moment that he makes peace with a possibility he's long suspected.
It's not lost on him at all that Loki is talking about Solais and Morla, either.]
As for a sister who loved me and I knew was suffering? It's quite simple. I'd destroy whatever the source of this suffering was, even if it caused her to cut all ties with me. If destroying the source destroys her as well, then I'd feel that the cost was too high to pay, though it would alleviate her suffering in the end, too. The self-sacrifice route is all well and good, but I'd be leaving her alone and causing her a different kind of suffering. I can't abide by that choice, either.
Regardless, there's going to be a deep wound between us. I can only hope that it's not so deep that it can't be healed, for we're stronger in harmony than we are in dissonance.
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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.
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Perhaps I'm wrong and naive, but I don't believe that these roles are as restrictive as we think they are. I believe someone is contriving against us as a whole. For example, the Shardbearers who came long before us could use their magic in ways only now are we of the current generation starting to see. We've been at a disadvantage the moment that knowledge was lost, save for a handful or less of people. The Cult is yet another symptom, but I have doubts as to it being the source.
And it may be that the lack of knowledge limits how we can do anything. It doesn't help that we were brought here with a hidden time limit of a little less three years to figure out what's truly going on.
[He knows what it is to be confined to strict, divine rules, but he's found ways to bend them. He sees no reason to stop now.]
With this antithesis to your side, I would imagine that your High Queen and or your High King have been feeling that much more in comparison.
[One or both embody chaos. It's only natural that they'd feel this strain far more keenly than any other.]
I liked Hecate more than I liked Janus. ['Life's little crossroads....'] We're presented two choices and told that they're the only ones we're to choose from. Or you could choose a supposed third, which is to reject these paths and make your own. It's the hardest path, especially in this damaged world. But I'm not here to debate this, as much fun as that would be.
[Funny how this feud reminds him of something that's been bothering him since his Game had ended in his world. Funnier still how it's only until this moment that he makes peace with a possibility he's long suspected.
It's not lost on him at all that Loki is talking about Solais and Morla, either.]
As for a sister who loved me and I knew was suffering? It's quite simple. I'd destroy whatever the source of this suffering was, even if it caused her to cut all ties with me. If destroying the source destroys her as well, then I'd feel that the cost was too high to pay, though it would alleviate her suffering in the end, too. The self-sacrifice route is all well and good, but I'd be leaving her alone and causing her a different kind of suffering. I can't abide by that choice, either.
Regardless, there's going to be a deep wound between us. I can only hope that it's not so deep that it can't be healed, for we're stronger in harmony than we are in dissonance.