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 Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2023 7:31 pm
"And all their future lives. It's a harm done and a change made, one that perpetuates over time, rather than diminishes. Hestians of the past couldn't be considered pacifists, but there was a desire to diminish harm to others where possible." For a moment, she glanced at Headache, briefly wondering if a youma's existence was still part of the reincarnation cycle, or had been entirely removed from it. The warning over Borax's starseed received a ready, "Of course, sir!" And then she froze a moment. Couldn't a person survive over a week without one? A fact she had learned entirely due to her initial encounter with Borax. This was very...generous? Of her General King.
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2023 6:08 pm
They were at a much larger divide than he expected. It was interesting to see how quickly it became obvious that there were fundamental differences in how they valued the lives of anyone, or how they looked at those lives and valued them separately. That departure from his own thoughts on human life was sufficient enough that he saw better than to debate the point with her; it was also a reminder that his opinions might have been in the minority within the Negaverse, too.
Let her side with Pendour, then. There was little harm in that.
It was easy enough, too, to work his way through the second half of the mac and cheese bake. It tasted good, he could polish it off, though by now, he'd grown tired of chewing.
Normally he didn't chew anything. It took time that he didn't necessarily have, and there was little point to it when most of the foods he ate tasted like hell on earth after a few seconds in his mouth. True, the mac got rubbery and the cheese became hardened if he let it sit for too long on his tongue, to say nothing of scorched bacon bits, but that just meant he had to eat faster.
Soon enough, there was an empty baking dish with a spoon placed inside of it. Faustite wiped his mouth with the napkin, which caught fire shortly thereafter.
Good thing his wastebasket was metal.
"Interesting perspective," he said at last. "Curious to see if it changes."
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2023 6:28 pm
Collecting the dish, impressively empty to say the least and definitely causing her re-evaluate the amount of effort she'd be spending feeding her General King, Hestia considered that. What would it mean if her perspective changed? "I'm not sure if it matters much, at the end of the day, sir. I don't think I'm... suited for making those decisions. The weighing of lives against progress." She paused as she slid the empty dish back into its carrier, and admitted, with clear disappointment. "It's difficult to value those I don't know, and the burden of responsibility for them or some greater future is one I don't wish to carry." And it struck her that she was now fully disengaged from the future of her world, wasn't she? It was strange, to be relieved to lose something she loved and valued so much. Hestia gave Faustite a look of both sympathy and respect. "I find it far easier to follow orders than make them."
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2023 7:11 am
"Small wonder you left the White Moon," Faustite observed as he watched her for a moment. He was fairly certain that valuing those she didn't know and shouldering the burden of responsibility for some greater future were two of the core tenets to the White Moon's bullshit ideology. Maybe they expected it of anyone who joined them, willing or not.
He tapped the screen of his tablet, signaling for Headache to abandon its bag-opening duties and attend that cursed piece of technology instead. This seemed to be Headache's preference, for it left the bag at once and buzzed into the version of Hestia long left behind. It had worked with Faustite's insufferable idiocy concerning technology for long enough that he could — with fairly decent accuracy — guess the application that the burning boy was counting on it to locate and open. This time, it was the note function.
Which was good enough, Faustite supposed. While he was painstakingly slow to type, the note itself was short enough that no one would drop dead of old age before he was through with it.
"Will see that you don't suffer any of that pesky decision-making." His attention refocused on her. "You've a lot to learn before you take up an Eternal's responsibilities."
Motioning for Headache to shove off, he added, "Need to head out soon. Anything else?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2023 10:54 am
Watching her former self stand at attendance, Hestia offered Headache small, smile. One that broadened with relief as Faustite spoke. She'd been worried, especially after reading about ranks and expectations, that she would be letting him down in this capacity. Enough so that it had felt important to bring it up now, rather than months later, when expectations were more set and settled between them. "Thank you, sir." She collected the thermos and gave a final little bow, "I won't hold you up, sir. I'll return with another meal later tonight." She didn't think too far, on what the General King going out might entail. Hestia Had planning to do after all. Shopping and cooking and the enjoyment of caring for someone else's needs. Of a soft, warm purpose. There was no need for regrets, and there was no place for judgement. In the coming days, there would be more filling meals, new snacks, more tea, and the slow and subtle integration of little tools in Faustite's office. Small ornate tongs and tweezers with a wide grip, that opened when squeezed. One night and the half & half was fresh when he arrived, kept chill in a small metal thermos. Another found his raw honey in a stoneware jar, the walnut dipper sturdy against his brief handling. The office itself would get a little bit tidier, a little fresher each visit, but nothing too overt just yet in her slow, careful insinuation into another's life. xStrickenized Thank you strick!!! heart
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