Sah
Sah nods, "Trapped probably was a poor choice of words." He's seen how tightly the Voice grasps her children, and her care for them is clear. It especially shows in the whole 'family' aspect of the Ascended and Sah has no doubts that whatever 'after' she provides is suitable for the Ascended.
The notion of a mother's love takes his breath away for a moment, at the reminder that he's well and truly lost his forever. "My mother certainly would have never let me go. Neither would have the Goddess I served. " The Outlander notes, unsure if it's wise to mention Mune. But Mort's soothing presence pulls the honest truth from him, nonetheless.
Sah almost startles at the offered seat but quietly walks over to sit beside the God. The weight of the conversation makes the small respite welcome. "I'm glad that they can rest with their family in some manner when they die." Sah might have a bone to pick with the Voice, but not with the Ascended. Never with them as a whole.
"Regarding souls, is it true that having magic is a taint of the soul? And do the Ascended have their own version of such a mark?" Those questions have weighed heavily on his mind since coming to Caido.
Magic back home was a gift, a tool, sometimes a blessing. For it to have such negative connotations in Caido had caught him off guard when he first arrived. And if being an Ascended was against nature has some extremists claim, wouldn't that too effect the soul? Especially if they had their own sort of afterlife?
Part of Sah wonders if he should stop asking such hard questions, given the flinches given by the deity. But he also knows that he'll likely never get another chance like this. And the Outlander so desperately wants to understand this world. But if Mort flinches one last time, he'll have to stop. The God is already doing so much for him by answering his questions. Sah would hate to push him too far.
The notion of a mother's love takes his breath away for a moment, at the reminder that he's well and truly lost his forever. "My mother certainly would have never let me go. Neither would have the Goddess I served. " The Outlander notes, unsure if it's wise to mention Mune. But Mort's soothing presence pulls the honest truth from him, nonetheless.
Sah almost startles at the offered seat but quietly walks over to sit beside the God. The weight of the conversation makes the small respite welcome. "I'm glad that they can rest with their family in some manner when they die." Sah might have a bone to pick with the Voice, but not with the Ascended. Never with them as a whole.
"Regarding souls, is it true that having magic is a taint of the soul? And do the Ascended have their own version of such a mark?" Those questions have weighed heavily on his mind since coming to Caido.
Magic back home was a gift, a tool, sometimes a blessing. For it to have such negative connotations in Caido had caught him off guard when he first arrived. And if being an Ascended was against nature has some extremists claim, wouldn't that too effect the soul? Especially if they had their own sort of afterlife?
Part of Sah wonders if he should stop asking such hard questions, given the flinches given by the deity. But he also knows that he'll likely never get another chance like this. And the Outlander so desperately wants to understand this world. But if Mort flinches one last time, he'll have to stop. The God is already doing so much for him by answering his questions. Sah would hate to push him too far.
I think there for I am,
But what if all I do is bleed?
But what if all I do is bleed?
