[...welp. It apparently wasn't enough to motivate Lu Meng. In fact, it seems he's gone and riled him up instead. If not for Interdiction, deep cracks would've already started splitting the ground. Those spidery hair-line cracks are the best either of them can hope for.]
"Inner demons". "Bad side". Grow up Alvin. Those things don't exist! You don't separate a person into his good and bad. There's only a man, and his actions and what he does now that counts!
And you think I haven't tried to control this, this poison inside me? That I'm that pathetic to have given up at the first sign of struggle? I, who brought down the God of War himself when my own body was falling apart with every shudder and cough and breath?
[This is the first time he's ever referenced that one battle, that culmination of all his learning and training...and the first time he's hinted that he may not have come to Empatheias in good health. And if he isn't so tired emotionally he'd have been able to keep a lid on all his secrets and his emotions, he would've been able to keep his temper under control.
But perhaps, if he hadn't been so tired...he might not be so honest.]
You don't control this. You can't. When it happens, when you lose control, you're not even there to stop yourself. You just wake up and you see what what you've done, and you live with the knowledge that it can happen at any time. I don't need an Arehtei to throw me into that state. Even something as small as a child's laughter or the snip of a pair of scissors sends me spiralling into madness!
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[...welp. It apparently wasn't enough to motivate Lu Meng. In fact, it seems he's gone and riled him up instead. If not for Interdiction, deep cracks would've already started splitting the ground. Those spidery hair-line cracks are the best either of them can hope for.]
"Inner demons". "Bad side". Grow up Alvin. Those things don't exist! You don't separate a person into his good and bad. There's only a man, and his actions and what he does now that counts!
And you think I haven't tried to control this, this poison inside me? That I'm that pathetic to have given up at the first sign of struggle? I, who brought down the God of War himself when my own body was falling apart with every shudder and cough and breath?
[This is the first time he's ever referenced that one battle, that culmination of all his learning and training...and the first time he's hinted that he may not have come to Empatheias in good health. And if he isn't so tired emotionally he'd have been able to keep a lid on all his secrets and his emotions, he would've been able to keep his temper under control.
But perhaps, if he hadn't been so tired...he might not be so honest.]
You don't control this. You can't. When it happens, when you lose control, you're not even there to stop yourself. You just wake up and you see what what you've done, and you live with the knowledge that it can happen at any time. I don't need an Arehtei to throw me into that state. Even something as small as a child's laughter or the snip of a pair of scissors sends me spiralling into madness!