[ At the height of her power, unbound and without this humanity imprinted upon her-- she is able to make gods... but it does not come from prayers or wishes. Such is what Ontos has done, off in his own world.
But that people in Emet's own world have the power to make gods out of desires, out of wishes, out of their hopes is-- why, isn't that better? If a world like that could be made-- if she could make a world like that instead, where the power to create gods lies within the wishes within the hearts of men...
She is no so naive to believe that all hopes are lovely and benevolent; some are wretched and wrathful, others are envious and malicious, and many still are born from desperation. Yet--
She could cry, she's so moved to hear that a world like that already exists out in the great expanse that is the multiverse. ] Your world... [ Her voice drops to a whispers, bringing a hand up to her chest. ] A world in which gods are created from hopes... This "Source", too...
It sounds beautiful.
[ Maybe, she thinks, that is why the golden hue of his own eyes are beautiful, too; did someone before him wish for such a wisened color to exist, and thus a god was born to make it happen, to breathe into his soul with that hue? Does he himself have hopes and wishes, did he create gods with those hopes and wishes from his heart, and if so, what sort of being manifested from such personal desires? ]
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But that people in Emet's own world have the power to make gods out of desires, out of wishes, out of their hopes is-- why, isn't that better? If a world like that could be made-- if she could make a world like that instead, where the power to create gods lies within the wishes within the hearts of men...
She is no so naive to believe that all hopes are lovely and benevolent; some are wretched and wrathful, others are envious and malicious, and many still are born from desperation. Yet--
She could cry, she's so moved to hear that a world like that already exists out in the great expanse that is the multiverse. ] Your world... [ Her voice drops to a whispers, bringing a hand up to her chest. ] A world in which gods are created from hopes... This "Source", too...
It sounds beautiful.
[ Maybe, she thinks, that is why the golden hue of his own eyes are beautiful, too; did someone before him wish for such a wisened color to exist, and thus a god was born to make it happen, to breathe into his soul with that hue? Does he himself have hopes and wishes, did he create gods with those hopes and wishes from his heart, and if so, what sort of being manifested from such personal desires? ]