❛You won’t achieve a thing by sitting here and pouting.❜
And it’s bordering on the line of pathetic, really— the way this creature
supposedly created from himself acted as though the very idea of
socializing with others terrified him. Since when would such a being care
for the opinions of others? Why should what floated about their minds
matter to it in any stretch of the word?Anything was better than remaining here alone and confined. Where
was the shadows courage? Where was its sense of adventure? Where
was the drive to make unfortunate circumstances better?❛If anything— it feels like you were created to be miserable.
It isn’t fair. It doesn’t feel right.❜It isn’t fair, he says.
What part of any of this was fair?
❛You shouldn’t just— you should fight against it.❜
If you’re anything like me,
you would want to.
“Life hasn’t been fair to either one of us. I don’t see how that’s about to change.”
What’s the use in trying, he thinks, when there is nothing for him to even live for? He has been robbed of all purpose, misplaced, and left to wander this land alone. How can he possibly create something from nothing? Is it truly as easy as his counterpart suggests?
Clearly not, for the hero urges him to fight against the poor hand he’s been dealt with, but he sees little point in fighting for a land he feels so detached from.
“How do you do it? How do you care so much about a world as rotten as this one?”
He just doesn’t understand it at all.
“You don’t owe these people a thing. and yet you fight for them so fiercely.”
