[these are pretty much the only moments of his stay in which he's grateful to the gods for anything. he's seen Diva throw tantrums before, and while his Diva doesn't have such grandiose gestures and vehemence behind hers, he knows it well enough to be put on edge just a little...
but that step forward comes and then there's nothing else, and his brow furrows. he understands loving and hating something, though there's very little else that makes sense to him here; he doesn't know enough of her world to connect the dots just yet. he also doesn't think there's anything he could say that would be satisfying.
in the end, he decides to be just as honest. his voice reflects the softness in hers when he speaks, but there's a bitterness to it that lingers.]
I think that life is fundamentally unfair. If there's some sort of grand composer behind this mess of existence, their sense of ironic humor is wicked. That's why I don't believe it's something that has to be accepted. If it's so unfair, why should anyone settle for it? Why should I take anyone at their word when they say I'll never see you again? Why should you continue to carry your tower with you? [because really, that's the feeling he's getting here. but he's starting to get worked up and derailed, so he smooths out a wrinkle in his cloak to ground himself.]
It's not fair at all, but sometimes little apologies are thrown at the feet of people who have been wronged. Asgard might be one of them. I can't say with certainty, and I don't want to accept an apology from these miserable gods, but I would like to put it to good use nonetheless. I know it doesn't change our pasts or futures, but it's still important to me. You're still important to me, and you won't ever be anything less.
I LAUGHED why.... ikr talk about mood whiplash
but that step forward comes and then there's nothing else, and his brow furrows. he understands loving and hating something, though there's very little else that makes sense to him here; he doesn't know enough of her world to connect the dots just yet. he also doesn't think there's anything he could say that would be satisfying.
in the end, he decides to be just as honest. his voice reflects the softness in hers when he speaks, but there's a bitterness to it that lingers.]
I think that life is fundamentally unfair. If there's some sort of grand composer behind this mess of existence, their sense of ironic humor is wicked. That's why I don't believe it's something that has to be accepted. If it's so unfair, why should anyone settle for it? Why should I take anyone at their word when they say I'll never see you again? Why should you continue to carry your tower with you? [because really, that's the feeling he's getting here. but he's starting to get worked up and derailed, so he smooths out a wrinkle in his cloak to ground himself.]
It's not fair at all, but sometimes little apologies are thrown at the feet of people who have been wronged. Asgard might be one of them. I can't say with certainty, and I don't want to accept an apology from these miserable gods, but I would like to put it to good use nonetheless. I know it doesn't change our pasts or futures, but it's still important to me. You're still important to me, and you won't ever be anything less.