Post by Maverick on Sept 28, 2022 18:49:26 GMT
The witch had begun to laugh in his face. After a few seconds, the vampire merely stood upright and waited for her to recompose herself.
When he spoke, he did so straightly. And he lacked any trace of irritation that came from her mockery of him. "Perhaps you and I are closer than we might think. However -- what is relevant to me are the key differences. The differences that matter most. After all -- I too do not think I have changed much. And yet I have very different opinions on what I am and what you are."
Septimus had addressed one thing in Radeka's speech. "As if being of the same species would stop one who looks ill upon them." One might be able imagine what such a phrase meant to him specifically. But he did not interrupt any further. Nor did he move or flinch visibly this time upon her approach nor of her touching him. As though he had gotten almost accustomed to it. He merely stared on and listened to what the witch would say. And indeed, in a reversal of roles, Septimus seemed to be keen in looking at her face. And watching how it shifted with words. She asked if there was a way to truly know who was right until it had happened. To which, the vampire seemed to answer honestly.
"No. There is not." He says.
As she turned away -- he looked ahead of where she would walk. And already he had began to follow her before she'd beckoned him. Another question was posed. And the vampire had begun to answer without much in the realm of delay.
"Long had I made a vow to my long dead wife, to never take my own life. To never die by my own hand." He starts this way -- to answer a very fundamental question for one who was immortal that one might ask when he explained what he would explain.
"There were horrible times of abundant death and despair indiscriminate. Not just the likes of natural disasters such as storms and plagues. But of man's own savagery and depravity. People who would burn me at the stake as eagerly as any witch. And who would trample those simply because the can. Such still happens today in some places. And it would be easy to lose any hope of humanity getting better. But at times, I would meet one solitary soul. Sometimes more. To my watch my wife grow old and die peacefully for instance. I would say... that was enough." Septimus had said.
"If you were to be right, it would be sad. You are no stranger to the concept of misinformation. I think humanity would be lead astray to believe in you. Effectiveness has naught to do with what is right. Nor does how much an idea is spread. It would be a rotten state of affairs. But even in mud, there exists diamonds. For whom I would kill. And for whom I would die." He paused. And thought a bit further. Just to be sure.
"Ultimately, I would never stop. So long as one good person walks this earth."
When he spoke, he did so straightly. And he lacked any trace of irritation that came from her mockery of him. "Perhaps you and I are closer than we might think. However -- what is relevant to me are the key differences. The differences that matter most. After all -- I too do not think I have changed much. And yet I have very different opinions on what I am and what you are."
Septimus had addressed one thing in Radeka's speech. "As if being of the same species would stop one who looks ill upon them." One might be able imagine what such a phrase meant to him specifically. But he did not interrupt any further. Nor did he move or flinch visibly this time upon her approach nor of her touching him. As though he had gotten almost accustomed to it. He merely stared on and listened to what the witch would say. And indeed, in a reversal of roles, Septimus seemed to be keen in looking at her face. And watching how it shifted with words. She asked if there was a way to truly know who was right until it had happened. To which, the vampire seemed to answer honestly.
"No. There is not." He says.
As she turned away -- he looked ahead of where she would walk. And already he had began to follow her before she'd beckoned him. Another question was posed. And the vampire had begun to answer without much in the realm of delay.
"Long had I made a vow to my long dead wife, to never take my own life. To never die by my own hand." He starts this way -- to answer a very fundamental question for one who was immortal that one might ask when he explained what he would explain.
"There were horrible times of abundant death and despair indiscriminate. Not just the likes of natural disasters such as storms and plagues. But of man's own savagery and depravity. People who would burn me at the stake as eagerly as any witch. And who would trample those simply because the can. Such still happens today in some places. And it would be easy to lose any hope of humanity getting better. But at times, I would meet one solitary soul. Sometimes more. To my watch my wife grow old and die peacefully for instance. I would say... that was enough." Septimus had said.
"If you were to be right, it would be sad. You are no stranger to the concept of misinformation. I think humanity would be lead astray to believe in you. Effectiveness has naught to do with what is right. Nor does how much an idea is spread. It would be a rotten state of affairs. But even in mud, there exists diamonds. For whom I would kill. And for whom I would die." He paused. And thought a bit further. Just to be sure.
"Ultimately, I would never stop. So long as one good person walks this earth."