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[bhaalyn]

❝ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ! ᴘᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋs ɪɴᴛᴏ ɪᴛ! ❞

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[bhaalyn]

( an annoying way with them. it galls him that there's truth in what Raphael says.

so.... deflect! )

Have you and Withers been pontificating on the values of lives together? He asked me a similar question on value when we met.

[narsinssist]

Did he, now? I suppose I can see why he would.

Does he offer the same guidance as I? Shocking, that we would be on the same page.

[ well, maybe not that shocking. ]

[bhaalyn]

The same page of being useless? The very same. ( woops the sass came full on then. )

Withers keeps his cards closer to the chest than even you do, and you play very tightly already. I imagine you both laugh at the mortals running around trying to make odds and ends of the things you leave us with.

[narsinssist]

It's our perrogative, in fact! What's the fun of playing with mortals, if they know every twist and turn already?

It's much more enjoyable if you are left in the dark as long as possible. Think of it as us enjoying the fact that you stumble around, and make your decisions without all the pieces. It's curious!

[ Jesus christ. immortals. ]

[bhaalyn]

If we're being completely fair, it only makes it all the more enjoyable when we best you at your own games.

[narsinssist]

Yes, yes, so every mortal says. Everyone wants to be the genius who outwits the greater being.

And yet so few are capable of doing so.

[ Is Deimos? Well... lmao. looks at his final act. ]

[bhaalyn]

Few? Not none?

( 'capable'... lucky... persistent. something like that. )

[narsinssist]

Well, there have been the occasional tale. Who am I do deny the deeds of those whom have bested us?

[ It is, however, "us", and not "me". His humility only goes so far. ]