what did he expect meltryllis to feel? did he expect anything at all? he's not sure. even so, the gratitude leaves a pang in his heart. and, he thinks, he really does wish he could've gotten to know this girl better.]
... Whatever becomes of your soul, may you be free, Meltryllis.
[by the rules of his world, leaving her to kill another would not count as a sin. taking her life, however, may be one that weighs down his soul, distancing him from the gates of paradise. but that's all the more reason why he, of all people, had to be the one to do this.
humans should have the chance to enter. other gods may be desperate to lessen their sins and regain that right, but it's precisely because they're gods that they can afford to pay that price. it might be arrogance to think that way, as one of the few who can still pass through its gates, but...
... well, it doesn't matter. living is already eternal hell, as it is.
agni has kept his emotions tightly locked this week. now, though, there's no one who will know, save for those who cannot say or those who will die soon regardless. thus, he lets his sorrow—his grief, for this life lost—wash over him, before he reaches down to gently pick up meltryllis's body.
the least he can do is give her an attempt at a sendoff. after that, even if just for one day, he has to get back into character.]
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i'm crying
what did he expect meltryllis to feel? did he expect anything at all? he's not sure. even so, the gratitude leaves a pang in his heart. and, he thinks, he really does wish he could've gotten to know this girl better.]
... Whatever becomes of your soul, may you be free, Meltryllis.
[by the rules of his world, leaving her to kill another would not count as a sin. taking her life, however, may be one that weighs down his soul, distancing him from the gates of paradise. but that's all the more reason why he, of all people, had to be the one to do this.
humans should have the chance to enter. other gods may be desperate to lessen their sins and regain that right, but it's precisely because they're gods that they can afford to pay that price. it might be arrogance to think that way, as one of the few who can still pass through its gates, but...
... well, it doesn't matter. living is already eternal hell, as it is.
agni has kept his emotions tightly locked this week. now, though, there's no one who will know, save for those who cannot say or those who will die soon regardless. thus, he lets his sorrow—his grief, for this life lost—wash over him, before he reaches down to gently pick up meltryllis's body.
the least he can do is give her an attempt at a sendoff. after that, even if just for one day, he has to get back into character.]