[ No, he never did agree. In fact, there is very little he has actually consented to in the course of his long life. The role of creator and god as well as the agent of death -- these were things he never asked for. Compelled to create as well as destroy, he lived his life knowing the inevitable end that awaited. The terrible truth, a crushing force shut up in his bones, was ever on his mind.
Now, he finds he has questions, a morbid sort of curiosity growing within him even as he stares out across this city -- no, this cesspit -- that wears its filth like a badge of honor.
His other is not here, but she is. The feeling has not abated, the beat of her heart a steady thrum next to his. It pains him, and though he has multiple times wished it gone since arriving, he wonders if it would truly comfort him in the event it disappeared.
He does not turn when she approaches, an imposing figure wrapped in the armor of his own solitude. He does not smile, he does not mock, and there's no inflection in those graveled tones when he finally acknowledges her. ]
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Now, he finds he has questions, a morbid sort of curiosity growing within him even as he stares out across this city -- no, this cesspit -- that wears its filth like a badge of honor.
His other is not here, but she is. The feeling has not abated, the beat of her heart a steady thrum next to his. It pains him, and though he has multiple times wished it gone since arriving, he wonders if it would truly comfort him in the event it disappeared.
He does not turn when she approaches, an imposing figure wrapped in the armor of his own solitude. He does not smile, he does not mock, and there's no inflection in those graveled tones when he finally acknowledges her. ]
The city sleeps.
[ Why aren't you? ]