( he's a prolific little bleeding-heart, that priest, isn't he?
the answer is, of course, a combination of several of those opportunities. theirs was not a relationship pinned in one particular event but spread throughout several. abel had been the first person makoto had spoken to after being forced to ingest the Kenoma liquid in the throne room; he had asked the man how he weathered adversity, only to wither when he realized that the saccharine answer was not one he could properly replicate. they had gravitated towards opposite sects, and though he had reached out to him via Communion shortly after arriving in achamoth, his message was frank: they are amicable, but they are enemies.
after returning from venera the first time, he had gone to meet with the priest to speak about what had happened there — about why exactly he did what he did. memories of that meeting are still a vexing wound to the demon.
he picks up on the slow slide of her emotional timbre, and he responds in kind, bristling in aggravation at her perceived judgment. he responds swiftly and unerringly. )
Do not insult me. Demons don't allow petty things like that to cloud their judgment. ( they aren't bound to concepts like "contradiction" as humans are. on his path to surpass J, makoto had left his former employer, a man he truly felt he owed for how well he treated him, absolutely ruined both in mind and body. it had been no hard feelings; it had simply been necessary to use him as a stepping stone. a brief pause. ) I've already told the man that no conversation we've had will stay my hand when it comes to what I decide to do.
[That Pleroma sure is, and it's all the more reason she has to... make sure. She's under no delusion about how different their allies all are here, from their backgrounds to their philosophical and moral stance to what drives them to the Kenoma and so much more. That priest is a nuisance all the same, though he is useful for one thing: weed out the weak-hearted who shouldn't be on this side to begin with. Those who can't stomach the Kenoma's work will not last, they must either learn to adapt or face the consequences.
Not that she thinks M as particularly susceptible, but if he has a softer spot for that fool, then he should at the very least not let it interfere with his work.]
Think of it as a reminder, then. That bleeding heart fool won't stop at anything, it wouldn't be surprising if some among our ranks are already sympathetic towards him. Then let me simply add that he's far tougher than he looks, hurt the woman and it will hurt him more.
[The borderline provocative prick of her disdain fades. They are both Martyrs, but her distaste remains palpable. Nevertheless, M would most certainly know the art of torture better than her, all she can offer are scraps of insight about the naïve Pleroma who wants to "save" everyone without exception.]
( they are, of course, of the same mind. there might be no one else among the Kenoma more dedicated to separating out those who could not meet muster than makoto.
to say that he has a soft spot for abel wouldn't be entirely accurate. perhaps there is a part of him that yearns for the acceptance that the man supposedly offers him, but... the rest of him, the part of him that drives him day by day, finds it incredibly aggravating. for him to offer him acceptance and forgiveness, as if he had any idea what he might be accepting and forgiving...
it will be far easier for him in the long run if he can simply break the man of his compassion towards him. )
Oh, I wholeheartedly agree, and on all fronts.
That would have been my plan from the start. He is the type to want to take on pain so that others might be spared it — a common thread to find among Martyrs, I suppose.
( he gives her this small jab as payback for doubting him. )
I shall make arrangements, and I will let you know once I have what I need.
It's good that you understand this well. In that case, please feel free to call upon me if you end up doing too good a job. I did make this request of you, so it's only proper that I take responsibility if things go awry, too.
[Is it really a jab when he's right, and she doesn't perceive it as a slight even a little? It's a self-deprecating sort of amusement on her end, though she does put in a bit of effort to not make her offer sound... Intrusive. He has his pride as a demon too, and far from it from her to imply he can't handle himself. But having heard of what Estinien is capable of, and more importantly, having experienced what Abel is capable of, hopefully he understands?
Firebrands for Firebrands, Martyrs for Martyrs. It's almost poetic, really, if it wasn't so twistedly laughable.]
Thank you, M. I look forward to hearing back from you.
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the answer is, of course, a combination of several of those opportunities. theirs was not a relationship pinned in one particular event but spread throughout several. abel had been the first person makoto had spoken to after being forced to ingest the Kenoma liquid in the throne room; he had asked the man how he weathered adversity, only to wither when he realized that the saccharine answer was not one he could properly replicate. they had gravitated towards opposite sects, and though he had reached out to him via Communion shortly after arriving in achamoth, his message was frank: they are amicable, but they are enemies.
after returning from venera the first time, he had gone to meet with the priest to speak about what had happened there — about why exactly he did what he did. memories of that meeting are still a vexing wound to the demon.
he picks up on the slow slide of her emotional timbre, and he responds in kind, bristling in aggravation at her perceived judgment. he responds swiftly and unerringly. )
Do not insult me. Demons don't allow petty things like that to cloud their judgment. ( they aren't bound to concepts like "contradiction" as humans are. on his path to surpass J, makoto had left his former employer, a man he truly felt he owed for how well he treated him, absolutely ruined both in mind and body. it had been no hard feelings; it had simply been necessary to use him as a stepping stone. a brief pause. ) I've already told the man that no conversation we've had will stay my hand when it comes to what I decide to do.
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Not that she thinks M as particularly susceptible, but if he has a softer spot for that fool, then he should at the very least not let it interfere with his work.]
Think of it as a reminder, then. That bleeding heart fool won't stop at anything, it wouldn't be surprising if some among our ranks are already sympathetic towards him. Then let me simply add that he's far tougher than he looks, hurt the woman and it will hurt him more.
[The borderline provocative prick of her disdain fades. They are both Martyrs, but her distaste remains palpable. Nevertheless, M would most certainly know the art of torture better than her, all she can offer are scraps of insight about the naïve Pleroma who wants to "save" everyone without exception.]
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to say that he has a soft spot for abel wouldn't be entirely accurate. perhaps there is a part of him that yearns for the acceptance that the man supposedly offers him, but... the rest of him, the part of him that drives him day by day, finds it incredibly aggravating. for him to offer him acceptance and forgiveness, as if he had any idea what he might be accepting and forgiving...
it will be far easier for him in the long run if he can simply break the man of his compassion towards him. )
Oh, I wholeheartedly agree, and on all fronts.
That would have been my plan from the start. He is the type to want to take on pain so that others might be spared it — a common thread to find among Martyrs, I suppose.
( he gives her this small jab as payback for doubting him. )
I shall make arrangements, and I will let you know once I have what I need.
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[Is it really a jab when he's right, and she doesn't perceive it as a slight even a little? It's a self-deprecating sort of amusement on her end, though she does put in a bit of effort to not make her offer sound... Intrusive. He has his pride as a demon too, and far from it from her to imply he can't handle himself. But having heard of what Estinien is capable of, and more importantly, having experienced what Abel is capable of, hopefully he understands?
Firebrands for Firebrands, Martyrs for Martyrs. It's almost poetic, really, if it wasn't so twistedly laughable.]
Thank you, M. I look forward to hearing back from you.