𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏.

[demainvient]

𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 ⊹ 𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒚 ⊹ 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍
 

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whap him right on the nose

[demainvient]

[ A hit: center mass. He can still feel the pain of that particular dream fading away to nothing. ]

The children of Lumière are few and far between and fewer every year. And of those few, so many are orphans, with no one there to warn them of anything, let alone the dangers of a world they have never seen and cannot comprehend. Perhaps you would consider it a greater kindness that they never be born, too.

[betenoir]

If that is what you believe you have never have gotten it worse.

Life is a gift to be cherished. No matter how difficult our struggles, we receive the blessing of wonderful memories, the warmest of dreams. You should be painting lives for yourselves instead of leaving Lumiere's shores to witness death. Return home. Spend your final years at peace.

[Ignore the fact he caused a good portion of that death, please.]

[demainvient]

Pretty words for a man who has destroyed so many of those lives.

The only chance for the people I care about to live their lives they way you suggest they ought is for the expeditions to succeed. I would give my own life before I'd go back and tell them I gave up and doomed them to the Gommage forever. The life you describe is one lived in complacency and apathy. We deserve better. They deserve better.

[betenoir]

They deserve to live. There is little else worse in this world than disappearing into nothingness. But have you considered what could be a fate worse than death? For you claim you would offer up your life. But would you offer up the truth?