[Easier... yeah, that checks out. He loves to take the easy way out more often than not, and this questioning thing he's delving into today really, really sucks. Like his whole world is kind of shattering around him and he has no idea how to cope with it. He was told most of his life that he was chosen by the gods, for great and heroic things. That his failing magic or busted leg and spine didn't matter, that he'd still be capable enough to help Luna and do whatever the Six demanded of him. For Lucis, for the world, for everyone. How great, how brave.
This feels so... hateful, though. It clashes in the ugliest way with the gentle way Shiva had beseeched him to free her love and save their Star. He wonders if it's all Bahamut or if she, too, was lying to him. Or Titan, the "gentle giant" as Cabuncle had promised. Or Ramuh, who had only ever asked him to touch a few trees for his blessing.
...He could totally see Leviathan wanting to make his head implode under pressure if he didn't satisfy their prophecy. That's a no brainer.]
What... are we supposed to do with this feeling? Just choke on it and accept that it's their will and nothing to be done about it? It's not like we've been given a better alternative. Thousands of years of history and I think if someone had come up with a better idea, it would've stuck out.
[He has no way of knowing that, of course. The whole thing had been a blur, and he can't exactly sort through them now. But nevermind those thousands of years- Bahamut had existed for much longer than that. The crystal was given to the humans, it hadn't materialized on the planet at its inception. That's how the story goes, at least. Regardless, Bahamut's had plenty of time to think about this. That's an awful lot of prep time to risk leaving it to the whims of what is, essentially, a child's tantrum. How he feels doesn't matter to the gods, as usual.
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This feels so... hateful, though. It clashes in the ugliest way with the gentle way Shiva had beseeched him to free her love and save their Star. He wonders if it's all Bahamut or if she, too, was lying to him. Or Titan, the "gentle giant" as Cabuncle had promised. Or Ramuh, who had only ever asked him to touch a few trees for his blessing.
...He could totally see Leviathan wanting to make his head implode under pressure if he didn't satisfy their prophecy. That's a no brainer.]
What... are we supposed to do with this feeling? Just choke on it and accept that it's their will and nothing to be done about it? It's not like we've been given a better alternative. Thousands of years of history and I think if someone had come up with a better idea, it would've stuck out.
[He has no way of knowing that, of course. The whole thing had been a blur, and he can't exactly sort through them now. But nevermind those thousands of years- Bahamut had existed for much longer than that. The crystal was given to the humans, it hadn't materialized on the planet at its inception. That's how the story goes, at least. Regardless, Bahamut's had plenty of time to think about this. That's an awful lot of prep time to risk leaving it to the whims of what is, essentially, a child's tantrum. How he feels doesn't matter to the gods, as usual.
How depressing.]