As Solus watches him, he keeps up that non-accusatory air, more like a man searching for answers, than mere incrimination. As Tyler explains, Solus listens without interruption, allowing him to work out his answer. Though, the slip doesn't escape his notice, but tactfully he doesn't mention it.
If I may, what I told you was little about the damages and more about the gifts I brought. I am a mentor and an observer. I had taught mortals a great many things they had lost, many more they would have never known, had I not offered them my knowledge and wisdom. What they did with such was for them and them alone to decide. He explains with gentle motions, as if trying to be a bit more sensitive with his words, considering Tyler's faltering hands and their earlier wobble.
And fair disappointed was I that more oft than not they resorted to violence against one another. I had given them the chance for peace and prosperity, but instead they chose war and death. He pauses with a grimace, sighing with a slight shake of his head. After a moment, he continues.
As for my ego—I think it only fair that a being such as I would be confident in mine abilities, having lived as long and having accomplished what I have. I attempt not to get too close to mortals, this much is true, but can you truly blame me, when your lives are so fleeting, yet mine continues unabated? Your ilk can barely tolerate the death of your loved ones—and for good reason, such a tragic event is never easy. But with my endless life comes endless tragedies, so is it so unjustified that I keep my distance? His eyebrows pinch together with an upward slant as he keeps his eyes on Tyler, and for all his expression and how he signs each word...there's a genuineness there.
But I find it crucial that you come to realize that I do not think myself special. Merely, I am what everything should be. What, everything once was—in my world. I do not believe I can do no wrong, thus I apologize when I realize fault, thus I attempt to make amends. I am not the unscrupulous villain you may see me as.
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If I may, what I told you was little about the damages and more about the gifts I brought. I am a mentor and an observer. I had taught mortals a great many things they had lost, many more they would have never known, had I not offered them my knowledge and wisdom. What they did with such was for them and them alone to decide. He explains with gentle motions, as if trying to be a bit more sensitive with his words, considering Tyler's faltering hands and their earlier wobble.
And fair disappointed was I that more oft than not they resorted to violence against one another. I had given them the chance for peace and prosperity, but instead they chose war and death. He pauses with a grimace, sighing with a slight shake of his head. After a moment, he continues.
As for my ego—I think it only fair that a being such as I would be confident in mine abilities, having lived as long and having accomplished what I have. I attempt not to get too close to mortals, this much is true, but can you truly blame me, when your lives are so fleeting, yet mine continues unabated? Your ilk can barely tolerate the death of your loved ones—and for good reason, such a tragic event is never easy. But with my endless life comes endless tragedies, so is it so unjustified that I keep my distance? His eyebrows pinch together with an upward slant as he keeps his eyes on Tyler, and for all his expression and how he signs each word...there's a genuineness there.
But I find it crucial that you come to realize that I do not think myself special. Merely, I am what everything should be. What, everything once was—in my world. I do not believe I can do no wrong, thus I apologize when I realize fault, thus I attempt to make amends. I am not the unscrupulous villain you may see me as.