I know. Monsters don't hate humans. Most of them...it doesn't occur to them that they should, does it?
[There's a wistful note to the words, something that might turn bitter at the slightest infraction but doesn't. Mostly, it is simply...pitying. Tired.
It must be so nice, they think, to be born with that kind of goodness in your heart. To not be made rotten and horrible. To not be something that you hate so deeply and intensely that there's no escaping it. There's no fixing it. No making it better.
You just do your best to minimize the damage you inevitably inflict.]
You can't live with that kind of bitterness in your SOULs. [They're still smiling, their tone matter-of-fact.] I envy you for that, I think.
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[There's a wistful note to the words, something that might turn bitter at the slightest infraction but doesn't. Mostly, it is simply...pitying. Tired.
It must be so nice, they think, to be born with that kind of goodness in your heart. To not be made rotten and horrible. To not be something that you hate so deeply and intensely that there's no escaping it. There's no fixing it. No making it better.
You just do your best to minimize the damage you inevitably inflict.]
You can't live with that kind of bitterness in your SOULs. [They're still smiling, their tone matter-of-fact.] I envy you for that, I think.