Part of him recoils from us, as it always has with Nemesis, as it always has since Nemesis. Perhaps longer. There is no us - only gods against gods against gods. Only rivalry, often bitter, often to the end.
But Monzun does things differently. Curse them. He bites his tongue, as ever. (If he really had one, he might have bitten it in half aeons ago, with how much unsaid.)
It is a shock to realise he is not used to giving his opinion on something like this. Thoughts are had, and then his world moves on. Rarely is it strategically viable to give the truth.
But Monzun seems expectant. And he does not know how to give an answer they might like; but the storm rumbles. He must give them something.
"I have known many," he begins. "They are as industrious as they are wilful."
Yet Monzun is getting at something. Lethys knows what it is - but...
"It is pointless to look too closely," he finishes, a little defensively.
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But Monzun does things differently. Curse them. He bites his tongue, as ever. (If he really had one, he might have bitten it in half aeons ago, with how much unsaid.)
It is a shock to realise he is not used to giving his opinion on something like this. Thoughts are had, and then his world moves on. Rarely is it strategically viable to give the truth.
But Monzun seems expectant. And he does not know how to give an answer they might like; but the storm rumbles. He must give them something.
"I have known many," he begins. "They are as industrious as they are wilful."
Yet Monzun is getting at something. Lethys knows what it is - but...
"It is pointless to look too closely," he finishes, a little defensively.