[It wasn't at all the same as seeing the Lahabrea of Amaurot performing his unequivocally exceptional magic. But there was a practiced skill demonstrated here that was- not wholly removed from the feeling, not completely foreign to it. It was satisfactory to watch, at least, and the precise way he could maneuver those claws- perhaps there was no problem with his dexterity after all, and Emet-Selch was content to watch him. That Lahabrea observed him in return, amidst his work, that was fair enough, and to be expected.
The comments on magic get a thoughtful sound from him.]
Ah yes... that shared dream where it was revealed that there existed a time in this world where magic was used to a far more appropriate degree. Better than what exists now... if not up to our standards.
[But who could ever match their ways?]
A pity that it was this society's crude forebears that were the ones to survive. And that their lack of creativity is apparently genetic.
[If they were supposed to find fault with the magical 'excesses' of the true fae and their students... Emet-Selch didn't see why. There had been nothing to demonstrate that they had at all created the disease that ran rampant through them, only that they were more susceptible to it. It was a result tragic, not some sign of hubris.]
But what can one expect from mortal ingenuity. [He makes a sound that's mostly a scoff, as he leans back in his modestly-comfortable chair, dismissing an already mocking statement further with a wave of a wrist.] The same across worlds. Apart from their limitless potential for cruelty, they seem content to wallow in their own mediocrity, as if satisfied that they've already understood all.
[The words come easily... perhaps too easily, really, but it was a line of thinking he hadn't exactly parted entirely from. The humans of the Source, perhaps- perhaps they might eventually reach past the disfigurement of their souls and attain something greater. He had to have hope in that, something he'd not only long believed to have been lost, but to have never existed to start.
The mortals of other worlds though- they had yet to prove much of anything to him (though his starting point of scorn wasn't quite as developed as it had once been). Their souls were presumably not broken, distorted wrecks- so what was their excuse for yet being so flawed?]
A few millennia hasn't been enough to teach them any better.
no subject
The comments on magic get a thoughtful sound from him.]
Ah yes... that shared dream where it was revealed that there existed a time in this world where magic was used to a far more appropriate degree. Better than what exists now... if not up to our standards.
[But who could ever match their ways?]
A pity that it was this society's crude forebears that were the ones to survive. And that their lack of creativity is apparently genetic.
[If they were supposed to find fault with the magical 'excesses' of the true fae and their students... Emet-Selch didn't see why. There had been nothing to demonstrate that they had at all created the disease that ran rampant through them, only that they were more susceptible to it. It was a result tragic, not some sign of hubris.]
But what can one expect from mortal ingenuity. [He makes a sound that's mostly a scoff, as he leans back in his modestly-comfortable chair, dismissing an already mocking statement further with a wave of a wrist.] The same across worlds. Apart from their limitless potential for cruelty, they seem content to wallow in their own mediocrity, as if satisfied that they've already understood all.
[The words come easily... perhaps too easily, really, but it was a line of thinking he hadn't exactly parted entirely from. The humans of the Source, perhaps- perhaps they might eventually reach past the disfigurement of their souls and attain something greater. He had to have hope in that, something he'd not only long believed to have been lost, but to have never existed to start.
The mortals of other worlds though- they had yet to prove much of anything to him (though his starting point of scorn wasn't quite as developed as it had once been). Their souls were presumably not broken, distorted wrecks- so what was their excuse for yet being so flawed?]
A few millennia hasn't been enough to teach them any better.