[Hmmm. Childe tilts his head, considering--mulling over her words, or, perhaps, deciding how to phrase his answer.]
...I was conscious long enough to know what was happening. At the time, I'd thought I was prepared to accept it. [He's made no secret of his thirst for battle, and it's a poor warrior that fears death. But if this so-called "death" allows him to retain sentience, and ambition... well. That's a little different.] But, yes--so long as I draw breath, I'll continue to move forward and seek my purpose.
[And, like an afterthought--] And I suppose I have a duty to Her Majesty as well.
I envy you your acceptance. [she grimaces slightly.] It took me my surprise; I never saw what it was, but I had time to know it was over. I died furious at having made such an error as to allow it to catch me unawares. Knowing that my death would doom Gideon as well, that I had failed at the thing I was born to do.
[her fist clenches and unclenches, nails digging into her hand.]
Death doesn't care about your goals, but I was supposed to be better than that. I cannot stay here if there is any chance to return.
But he nods, taking that in. His expression is neutral--a bit distant, as if he's thinking of other things.]
Regardless of our bodies, our souls still have form and will. [Which means giving up is unacceptable--though he sighs, then.] But I have to admit, this place is rather secure. I haven't found anything particularly useful thus far.
[What a great question. He drums his fingers on his hip.]
Frankly, I haven't decided yet. I told you before that I don't trust or believe anything about this party--anything that we've been told at all, really. Even if I did, I'm not one to play by rules I don't care for. There's always a way to break things, it's just a matter of finding it.
[He'd much rather try and take out the demons, or even Satan himself, than play along with their games. It wouldn't even be the first time he's had to claw his way out of an abyssal hellscape! Wow.
But he suspects that's not the answer she's looking for, so after a moment, he inclines his head in acknowledgment.]
I'd imagine we don't want for time here, so I can be patient. But if it turns out there truly is only one way to get out of here, I'll do what I must.
[And maybe under different circumstances he wouldn't be so forthcoming, so honest--but, well. He's made no secret of his suspicions and conspiracies, but neither has he kept his more violent tendencies under wraps; should he choose not to stay his hand any longer, he assumes it will already be no surprise.]
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[you can be used all your life and then when you die you can continue to be used. it's perfect.]
It seems an uncommon trait for most. It is a power many of my people possess, gifted to us by the Emperor.
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He nods, though.]
It sounds like an honor. [Though, he's curious--] Does it have any ill effects?
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[yes, absolutely, it is a chronic illness that has necromancy as a side effect.]
The gift of power it confers is sufficient, in the right hands, to overcome any obstacle.
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"power is worth it even if it eats at your life"
Which--well. He's not exactly ready to share that yet, but he does say, with genuine sincerity--]
I'm sorry you don't have access to it here.
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[it's frustrating but she refuses to let it be a limitation.]
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That's the best way of thinking.
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We are not in a conspiracy together.
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Also, he just. Looks around clown island.]
We kind of are.
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[your clown friends...]
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If you and I both have our doubts that this is the appropriate afterlife, surely that means we're on the same side in some capacity, no?
[Maybe not allies, exactly, but--"the enemy of my enemy" and all that.]
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Hah. I think perhaps we may belong someplace different than this, yes. But I also suspect we intend to find our way back where we came from.
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...I was conscious long enough to know what was happening. At the time, I'd thought I was prepared to accept it. [He's made no secret of his thirst for battle, and it's a poor warrior that fears death. But if this so-called "death" allows him to retain sentience, and ambition... well. That's a little different.] But, yes--so long as I draw breath, I'll continue to move forward and seek my purpose.
[And, like an afterthought--] And I suppose I have a duty to Her Majesty as well.
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[her fist clenches and unclenches, nails digging into her hand.]
Death doesn't care about your goals, but I was supposed to be better than that. I cannot stay here if there is any chance to return.
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But he nods, taking that in. His expression is neutral--a bit distant, as if he's thinking of other things.]
Regardless of our bodies, our souls still have form and will. [Which means giving up is unacceptable--though he sighs, then.] But I have to admit, this place is rather secure. I haven't found anything particularly useful thus far.
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[she raises an eyebrow, slightly.]
If you do not find an exit on your own, what will you do?
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Frankly, I haven't decided yet. I told you before that I don't trust or believe anything about this party--anything that we've been told at all, really. Even if I did, I'm not one to play by rules I don't care for. There's always a way to break things, it's just a matter of finding it.
[He'd much rather try and take out the demons, or even Satan himself, than play along with their games. It wouldn't even be the first time he's had to claw his way out of an abyssal hellscape! Wow.
But he suspects that's not the answer she's looking for, so after a moment, he inclines his head in acknowledgment.]
I'd imagine we don't want for time here, so I can be patient. But if it turns out there truly is only one way to get out of here, I'll do what I must.
[And maybe under different circumstances he wouldn't be so forthcoming, so honest--but, well. He's made no secret of his suspicions and conspiracies, but neither has he kept his more violent tendencies under wraps; should he choose not to stay his hand any longer, he assumes it will already be no surprise.]