I think the choice between Meridian and Zenith ought to be a complicated one. People are too complex, often contradictory, to be told to choose from limited options and expected to be blindly satisfied with whatever they get.
[ Perhaps that spoke to the direness of the situation, that there was no third option. Only two difficult ones, for the majority; some Meridian and Zenith likely did not find their choice hard at all, and he suspected they were the ones who'd slipped deep and hard into their loyalties. In that, he agreed whole of heart with Quetzalcoatl — there's room to be either, and in the end, did it not depend on the life experiences of the individual before they arrived?
Her perspective is entirely alien to him, because he would fight for the lives of others even against a god — and had, in a way. Their right to continue to exist, whether they were good or bad, rather than be wiped away was the right of the living. Yet, he had joined Zenith, because the worlds were gone and he couldn't justify the right of the Shard-bearers of Kenos to continue to exist being less important than the dead. ]
You know, I feel the same way.
[ Maybe that's why he reaches up, above his head, to touch the edge of the calendar. To trace the ancient stone and its carvings and marvel at what it means — it is the culture of Quetzalcoatl, the proof that her Azteca once lived and created and had reason and love. Such things are so important to him to preserve, moving forward. ]
It's a painful challenge to ask people to undertake, because determining the right path for themselves is inevitably the path that will hurt many others. Their lives are precious and deserve to be protected. Right now, they're all that's left of their worlds. You and I are, too. It's why I joined Zenith, actually. To protect what's left, and not let your duty entirely override your right to peace.
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[ Perhaps that spoke to the direness of the situation, that there was no third option. Only two difficult ones, for the majority; some Meridian and Zenith likely did not find their choice hard at all, and he suspected they were the ones who'd slipped deep and hard into their loyalties. In that, he agreed whole of heart with Quetzalcoatl — there's room to be either, and in the end, did it not depend on the life experiences of the individual before they arrived?
Her perspective is entirely alien to him, because he would fight for the lives of others even against a god — and had, in a way. Their right to continue to exist, whether they were good or bad, rather than be wiped away was the right of the living. Yet, he had joined Zenith, because the worlds were gone and he couldn't justify the right of the Shard-bearers of Kenos to continue to exist being less important than the dead. ]
You know, I feel the same way.
[ Maybe that's why he reaches up, above his head, to touch the edge of the calendar. To trace the ancient stone and its carvings and marvel at what it means — it is the culture of Quetzalcoatl, the proof that her Azteca once lived and created and had reason and love. Such things are so important to him to preserve, moving forward. ]
It's a painful challenge to ask people to undertake, because determining the right path for themselves is inevitably the path that will hurt many others. Their lives are precious and deserve to be protected. Right now, they're all that's left of their worlds. You and I are, too. It's why I joined Zenith, actually. To protect what's left, and not let your duty entirely override your right to peace.