Hatred, rough and breathless, poured over Kell's nerves, tingling slowly as the reality settled. It could be nothing else. Of course it could be nothing else.
Kell thought of the night in the front, of Antheia's hand in his chest, of his choice back then. He had given his life, not as Neria had for Asora, but for Rhy. For Rhy, and for his own selfishness. For his own wish to keep him alive.
"That does not sound like a decision that would make you a rounded god," Kell whispered, not bothering to curb his harshness, or the emotional wellspring that came with it.
"Nor does Symon's. Even if you manage to complete the trial, it will have only caused you pain. Symon's overall gain would be far more than what he will have lost."
Kell set his jaw.
"Magic takes a price- this sounds like a toll. And if said toll is the suffering of would-be gods, then what is it feeding?"
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Kell thought of the night in the front, of Antheia's hand in his chest, of his choice back then. He had given his life, not as Neria had for Asora, but for Rhy. For Rhy, and for his own selfishness. For his own wish to keep him alive.
"That does not sound like a decision that would make you a rounded god," Kell whispered, not bothering to curb his harshness, or the emotional wellspring that came with it.
"Nor does Symon's. Even if you manage to complete the trial, it will have only caused you pain. Symon's overall gain would be far more than what he will have lost."
Kell set his jaw.
"Magic takes a price- this sounds like a toll. And if said toll is the suffering of would-be gods, then what is it feeding?"