[Truly, he cannot say he is surprised that Tyler is sharing this with him. He does not think Tyler a cruel man, merely a damaged one, and for Solus to share what he had, the heart ache that permeates his chest even eons after the fact to only then be denied by Tyler to share his own...well, it would be rather cruel indeed. But, so too was this by design, though not any of malicious intent. He had hoped that if he shared his own story, that he too would learn of Tyler's, perhaps even some of Steven's.
He had wagered right.
As Tyler explains, his expression is sympathetic, the sorrow of his features shifting only to direct such to Tyler, instead of himself as it had before. While the scale is almost laughably different, the core of it is the same: Tyler was made to kill those he cared about, those he had left. But not once, rather several times over. For the entertainment of this cruel being that delighted in such suffering.
For all the suffering he has endured, for all the suffering he has caused with his toiling under Zodiark's will, he can say for certain that his God does not delight in such. It is merely a necessity. But there is no surprise in him that such a creature would be of the fae, from what he can presume of what Tyler says, anyway. Such creatures, though he would hesitate to name them evil, while immortal lacked greater perspective of the world. They were utterly self-centered, and greatly childish, caring only for the eternal now, caring not about the past or the future, for such concepts were meaningless to them. Consequence was a far off notion to them, alien and nonsensical, for it held no true weight in their minds, in their reality.
Idly he wonders if much could be said the same for those of Tyler's world. From the impression he's been given, he would assume so.]
My condolences, such an experience sounds truly wretched. The fae existed in my world as well, and well do I know the games they would play with mortals. For they were ignorant to their true effect—their cruelty to existences such as theirs. Never to realize the full weight of their actions—though this is not to say aught of it is excusable. Merely that I am familiar with their kind, and their shortsighted wickedness.
[And he is not like them. He might be the slightest bit salty that Tyler thought he and them alike, though it shows not in his movements or expression. But it's fine, he supposes he cannot fully blame him, not when he knew so little, and only had the smallest traces of an idea of what Solus was up to before now.]
You should not have been made to suffer so.
[Even if he might play a role that would imply otherwise, Solus takes no true pleasure in the suffering of others, and the genuine look of empathy given to Tyler might imply as such.]
no subject
He had wagered right.
As Tyler explains, his expression is sympathetic, the sorrow of his features shifting only to direct such to Tyler, instead of himself as it had before. While the scale is almost laughably different, the core of it is the same: Tyler was made to kill those he cared about, those he had left. But not once, rather several times over. For the entertainment of this cruel being that delighted in such suffering.
For all the suffering he has endured, for all the suffering he has caused with his toiling under Zodiark's will, he can say for certain that his God does not delight in such. It is merely a necessity. But there is no surprise in him that such a creature would be of the fae, from what he can presume of what Tyler says, anyway. Such creatures, though he would hesitate to name them evil, while immortal lacked greater perspective of the world. They were utterly self-centered, and greatly childish, caring only for the eternal now, caring not about the past or the future, for such concepts were meaningless to them. Consequence was a far off notion to them, alien and nonsensical, for it held no true weight in their minds, in their reality.
Idly he wonders if much could be said the same for those of Tyler's world. From the impression he's been given, he would assume so.]
My condolences, such an experience sounds truly wretched. The fae existed in my world as well, and well do I know the games they would play with mortals. For they were ignorant to their true effect—their cruelty to existences such as theirs. Never to realize the full weight of their actions—though this is not to say aught of it is excusable. Merely that I am familiar with their kind, and their shortsighted wickedness.
[And he is not like them. He might be the slightest bit salty that Tyler thought he and them alike, though it shows not in his movements or expression. But it's fine, he supposes he cannot fully blame him, not when he knew so little, and only had the smallest traces of an idea of what Solus was up to before now.]
You should not have been made to suffer so.
[Even if he might play a role that would imply otherwise, Solus takes no true pleasure in the suffering of others, and the genuine look of empathy given to Tyler might imply as such.]