I still think that excuse doesn't justify his actions.
[He doubted he would change his position on that matter though, so it seemed a moot point. He knew what it was like to care and what it was like to hurt, and he still didn't think any pain was worth abdicating his responsibilities to the wind rather than at least a suitable replacement. He tried not to think on the Prodigal too much though, because he doubted that the Prodigal was thinking much on what he left behind.
He gave a bit of a sideways look when Death declared it different for him.]
Is that so? And why am I so very unique once more?
[ She lets out a snort, but smiles up at him. ] Because you're duty-bound. He was too, for a while, then it was too much. Mortals say there's a limit to these sort of things, and I listen, y'know, because it's only polite, but there really comes a time when it's just too painful for the heart, for anyone, really.
[ All she has is speculations and theories and thoughts. None are confirmed, none are factual, or rooted in facts. She feels like a conversation about responsibility might be too early.
It doesn't feel muddled to me. We are not mortal. Our existence came into being to serve a function, it is tied to our duties in ways that mortals cannot imagine. Not even the gods can. There are ways to handle pain rather than running from it. Especially when doing so causes pain for others.
[He will never simply abandon his realm, no matter the personal cost.]
I doubt we shall agree on this point though, and it matters little with respect to the Prodigal who made his choice.
Tangentially speaking on the matter, I do have work I must attend.
Yeah, you busybody. [ She's one as well, of course, but she's got a... she supposes it's a healthier way of handling everything, but it works in her favor. She sits back up straight and stretches her arms. ] I got some callers on the line myself.
[ She can just blink and put on her boots again like they've been there the entire time but she leans down, puts them on one by one, and ties the strings as comfortably as she can. When she's done, she stands up and stares down at him still seated. ]
Don't be a stranger, little brother. Call me whenever, okay?
[ incoming kiss on the cheek and hair ruffle from big sis. ]
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[He doubted he would change his position on that matter though, so it seemed a moot point. He knew what it was like to care and what it was like to hurt, and he still didn't think any pain was worth abdicating his responsibilities to the wind rather than at least a suitable replacement. He tried not to think on the Prodigal too much though, because he doubted that the Prodigal was thinking much on what he left behind.
He gave a bit of a sideways look when Death declared it different for him.]
Is that so? And why am I so very unique once more?
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[ All she has is speculations and theories and thoughts. None are confirmed, none are factual, or rooted in facts. She feels like a conversation about responsibility might be too early.
Whatever, Destiny can tell her off later. ]
It's a little bit muddled, when it comes to us.
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[He will never simply abandon his realm, no matter the personal cost.]
I doubt we shall agree on this point though, and it matters little with respect to the Prodigal who made his choice.
Tangentially speaking on the matter, I do have work I must attend.
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Yeah, you busybody. [ She's one as well, of course, but she's got a... she supposes it's a healthier way of handling everything, but it works in her favor. She sits back up straight and stretches her arms. ] I got some callers on the line myself.
[ She can just blink and put on her boots again like they've been there the entire time but she leans down, puts them on one by one, and ties the strings as comfortably as she can. When she's done, she stands up and stares down at him still seated. ]
Don't be a stranger, little brother. Call me whenever, okay?
[ incoming kiss on the cheek and hair ruffle from big sis. ]