[It's a good story, even if he's convinced that Sampo is making up more than half of it. Why would he be here, on Belobog, talking to him, if he could trawl the stars with the careless abandon that his story implies? But it's a good story. He can lose himself in it. Follow along. Make appreciative noises between bites of his half of the crystal lizard sandwich.
And at the end, the question...
He did know. Or he used to know what that was like- not trying to end the world, but a certain stoic stubbornness in which he persisted despite everything telling him otherwise. For Phantylia, the Nameless; for him, the passage of time and the realization that he can't just die. Now it just feels like he gives up all the time.
And Gepard smiles at Sampo, or, tries to, but there's something...perhaps bittersweet to it that he can't quite smother. Maybe it's just sad. Maybe it's just the crystal lizard.]
She sounds persistent. Corrupting generals, stealing bodies, who knows what else she's done before that. I don't know how you managed to keep all of this straight in your head, Sampo.
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And at the end, the question...
He did know. Or he used to know what that was like- not trying to end the world, but a certain stoic stubbornness in which he persisted despite everything telling him otherwise. For Phantylia, the Nameless; for him, the passage of time and the realization that he can't just die. Now it just feels like he gives up all the time.
And Gepard smiles at Sampo, or, tries to, but there's something...perhaps bittersweet to it that he can't quite smother. Maybe it's just sad. Maybe it's just the crystal lizard.]
She sounds persistent. Corrupting generals, stealing bodies, who knows what else she's done before that. I don't know how you managed to keep all of this straight in your head, Sampo.