Hah. And all will be as it should, is it? Fallen into a design that suits the needs of you and you alone. [and he already knows well his response- nevermind the needs of the star and the scions which have him well burdened already. for this...]
Why should I? Already I've come to you, blood on the tongue and fire in my veins. I gave you your battle and took of you your victor's crown.
It's your turn, Zenos, to be sprawled on the dirt with ache in your bones and need in your heart. To chase me for your satisfaction. [hunter to hunted, prey to predator. a reversal of that singular moment in rhalgr's. spared only to chase.]
Who's telling the rest of the scions that Zenos's actions in Endwalker is Ze's fault?
If that's what I must do, Beast, I will chase you until the end of the world.
[ and he is 100% serious about this, he will force the world to ashes if it brought them back together for another fight and he would not regret even a moment of it. ]
That, at least, of you I do not doubt. Whether it comes to mean anything to me in the end, however, remains to be seen.
Because I'm not your beast, Zenos. Not anymore. I've moved past you, seeking further and further to mine own ends. Exactly as you wanted. [a bitter irony perhaps, and one he'd not given voice to until this moment. could not give voice to- not to anyone else but this man who awoke within him an awareness to the gaping void within his heart. emptiness and dissatisfaction. apathy and resignation weighing down his blade as heavily as any wound.
but in that moment- that moment in the heavens- ze remembered the thrill of the hunt, as certain and overwhelming as his first kill as a boy in the shroud.]
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Why should I? Already I've come to you, blood on the tongue and fire in my veins. I gave you your battle and took of you your victor's crown.
It's your turn, Zenos, to be sprawled on the dirt with ache in your bones and need in your heart. To chase me for your satisfaction. [hunter to hunted, prey to predator. a reversal of that singular moment in rhalgr's. spared only to chase.]
Who's telling the rest of the scions that Zenos's actions in Endwalker is Ze's fault?
[ and he is 100% serious about this, he will force the world to ashes if it brought them back together for another fight and he would not regret even a moment of it. ]
s'fine it'll all work out in thule /handwave
Because I'm not your beast, Zenos. Not anymore. I've moved past you, seeking further and further to mine own ends. Exactly as you wanted. [a bitter irony perhaps, and one he'd not given voice to until this moment. could not give voice to- not to anyone else but this man who awoke within him an awareness to the gaping void within his heart. emptiness and dissatisfaction. apathy and resignation weighing down his blade as heavily as any wound.
but in that moment- that moment in the heavens- ze remembered the thrill of the hunt, as certain and overwhelming as his first kill as a boy in the shroud.]
So go ahead, drag my gaze to you. If you can.