[Oh. So his little comment did ruffle some of her feathers. How interesting. She had so openly expressed opposition towards his faith and world view, yet seemingly safeguarded hers. Well, he supposes that will only go along with the cultist mindset.]
Does she? How very benign of her. Perhaps mine should follow her example then, hm? Men of my land do tend to spill a quite lot of blood in god's name.
[ There's a full second as Root decides how she's going to take this, and then she shrugs and wraps her hands around her coffee mug, once again fully casual. ]
Like I said, I want something better.
[ It is like Root's in a cult... a cult of one, whose leader never sought any followers. ]
Humanity's always been disappointing. I gave up on finding answers there a long time ago.
[Well, for all intents and purposes, what Root has going on for her does sound nothing short of a cult to Richard. But then again, who is he to judge? He's had to come to accept that this world is full of people who come from what bizarre worlds and strange religions. Well, at least it kept things more interesting than back at home, not being able to know exactly what to expect from The Chosen.
Richard lifts his coffee cup again, the strange nervousness in his body, having to focus from keeping his fingers twitching.] I can't blame you for that.
Well then. To your leader. May her kindness and forgiveness to be inspiration to all of us. [He says as he makes a toast and then brings the cup back to his lips, drinking the rest of the lukewarm liquid in one go.]
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Does she? How very benign of her. Perhaps mine should follow her example then, hm? Men of my land do tend to spill a quite lot of blood in god's name.
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Like I said, I want something better.
[ It is like Root's in a cult... a cult of one, whose leader never sought any followers. ]
Humanity's always been disappointing. I gave up on finding answers there a long time ago.
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Richard lifts his coffee cup again, the strange nervousness in his body, having to focus from keeping his fingers twitching.] I can't blame you for that.
Well then. To your leader. May her kindness and forgiveness to be inspiration to all of us. [He says as he makes a toast and then brings the cup back to his lips, drinking the rest of the lukewarm liquid in one go.]