He is not shocked at how easily they appear to reach for this information. Nemesis was the same.
He is surprised however to hear that anything might remain. He felt the Temple's destruction like a scar in his light, and that part of the world went dark to him. But if anything remains...
He used to be stronger, more capable of this, but if he focuses hard ...
...glimpses of somewhere distant. Quiet and few enough that he hears nothing unless he listens, and even then only small flashes. The soft crunch of fur footwraps through snow; the glisten of morning on the settled flakes; mutterings and a slow wave of a hand in prayer where the snow is deep and untrodden, and a dance would cost energy more valuably spent elsewhere. Overnight snow dusted from a tiny altar of salvaged temple wood, preserved in the cold.
Lethys snaps back to himself at the sound of Laetes' sharp, affronted bark.
"Laetes! Enough from you! Leave!"
The Wolf makes a haggard grumbling sound, still clutching the soaked fur of his tail, and skulks away - backwards, at first, to keep Sweetheart well in his sights, before turning and beginning a reluctant lope back towards Lethys' lands, duly scolded for his distraction.
Lethys is a little dizzied. Whether from overreaching, or the realisation itself that embers of faith yet burn for him in the snow, he isn't sure.
...But there is reality to account for. As deeply as it cuts, his remaining faith encroaches on theirs. Lethys steels himself, and coldly instructs:
"You will have to kill them. I have no power to turn away such determined followers." A pause, and for his own ragged pride: "Nor do I desire to."
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Date: 2025-03-24 10:47 am (UTC)He is surprised however to hear that anything might remain. He felt the Temple's destruction like a scar in his light, and that part of the world went dark to him. But if anything remains...
He used to be stronger, more capable of this, but if he focuses hard ...
...glimpses of somewhere distant. Quiet and few enough that he hears nothing unless he listens, and even then only small flashes. The soft crunch of fur footwraps through snow; the glisten of morning on the settled flakes; mutterings and a slow wave of a hand in prayer where the snow is deep and untrodden, and a dance would cost energy more valuably spent elsewhere. Overnight snow dusted from a tiny altar of salvaged temple wood, preserved in the cold.
Lethys snaps back to himself at the sound of Laetes' sharp, affronted bark.
"Laetes! Enough from you! Leave!"
The Wolf makes a haggard grumbling sound, still clutching the soaked fur of his tail, and skulks away - backwards, at first, to keep Sweetheart well in his sights, before turning and beginning a reluctant lope back towards Lethys' lands, duly scolded for his distraction.
Lethys is a little dizzied. Whether from overreaching, or the realisation itself that embers of faith yet burn for him in the snow, he isn't sure.
...But there is reality to account for. As deeply as it cuts, his remaining faith encroaches on theirs. Lethys steels himself, and coldly instructs:
"You will have to kill them. I have no power to turn away such determined followers." A pause, and for his own ragged pride: "Nor do I desire to."