[ So says the man who knows exactly how it feels like. A mortal Man who grew up amongst the immortal Elves; a long-lived Dunadain who lived amongst mortal men. Belonging to neither; having the burden to rule the latter. ]
I guess. [ But she doesn't want to talk about loneliness, so-- ] Coyote would probably say that I'm not alone in the wilds, either -- and if I'm an animal, I guess I'm really not. But that's what it feels like.
He's lived a long time, and the world's different than it was. If they didn't sometimes need our help, my job wouldn't exist.
[ Pause. ] ... There was... an incident, a few months before I came here. Gods are fueled by belief, and someone was getting rid of every mention of them. They were weak, and he was ready to die, having lived for so long. I wasn't ready to let him.
There's one, a demon -- Belial. [ It's hard to miss the way her voice twists into a snarl at his name. ] He thrives off disbelief. He was the one who started destroying any mention of them.
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[ So says the man who knows exactly how it feels like. A mortal Man who grew up amongst the immortal Elves; a long-lived Dunadain who lived amongst mortal men. Belonging to neither; having the burden to rule the latter. ]
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[ And therefore that's what it is. ]
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He is a god. [ Softly. ] Does he not see clearer than mortal eyes?
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[ Pause. ] ... There was... an incident, a few months before I came here. Gods are fueled by belief, and someone was getting rid of every mention of them. They were weak, and he was ready to die, having lived for so long. I wasn't ready to let him.
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On belief?
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