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The ripping sound caught Alessio’s attention and his eyes darted to the noise. Nithel was…oh ok…Actually he was way too used to that sound, never enough bandages and…
“A change that will rattle Saorsa to its core.” Lupa said with a curling smile. Alessio consciously breathed and returned to his focus to her. Still keeping taps on the conversation between Nithel and the strange girl (survival had taught him to listen to several conversations at once with hardly a thought)
(“Dewos – the – you know – Creator? Is he real – or no?” Of course God is real, no one could doubt it. But that’s not the question really, it was grasping. Just some time ago he’d asked Nithel almost the exact same question…Alessio was still hungry for any hope or knowledge of the sort of Creator Nithel had described.)
“We’ve been usurped and now a murderous tyrant terrorizes us.” Sounds like something he’s heard in almost every street. With the war people are anxious to blame any ruler, rightly, wrongly and everything in between. He wanted to hear every word Nithel replied to the girl, as if his life depended on it.
(“He is.”)
“But we are rebels, so we rebel and we make a mess.” Alessio thought that sentence was funny for some reason, although it barely showed on his face. She was an interesting person and spoke with very simple logic, it made something of a sharp contrast with her–probably unconsciously–tough mien.
“We guard a successor as told in the stars. It is our job–the Nyx–to secure his safety. And after we crush Rohana into little smithereens,” He did suppress a smile at her enthusiasm there and he was trying very very hard to listen seriously. “He will take the throne and all will be right with the world.”
Well he can’t rightly weigh her cause with her words but he can weigh her character and he liked her. She was very forthright, and more of a doer than a questioner. It was a dream, whether rational or not, and she held firmly to it. She also seemed used to showing confidence to get things done, judging from her smile that expressed she explained everything even though she didn’t even believe that.
He was about to ask how you guard a successor told in the stars but Malvat rumbled behind them and a dragon rumbling is rather hard to ignore especially when you have zero trust for said dragon.
“Aye, he’s real,” he said in a bitterly disdainful tone. “But he doesn’t care about us, humans. Neither you, who think yourselves so superior, nor I, who am but a beast. He doesn’t care.”
Alessio froze like a sword had cut through his entire soul. (And why would He care?) All his life had been a series of prayers that seemed unanswered, dreams shattered inside and ideals crumbled or twisted beyond recognition.
Nithel said something softly in reply to both the dragon and the girl, but it caused Malvat to growl. The noise made a surge of protectiveness blaze through him before he even had time to think, he’d die before either of them got hurt (and yes his hair’s on fire XD).
“Nothing that means anything to you, human,” Malvat said carefully blank. He wasn’t going to attack, that was just Alessio…overreacting…again…At least, he managed to brush the sparks off his hands rather quickly, he glanced sheepishly up at Lupa. “The better question is, what has He done for you? How can you prove He cares about you, or me, or the girl?”
Alessio was clinging to every word, sure Nithel would respond with something grand, something that was hope.. Then he remembered he was in the middle of a conversation with Lupa (and he has no clue how to politely extricate himself from a conversation he didn’t even realize that was a possibility) and he tried to return his attention to that. (It was much easier to listen to two conversations that talk and listen at the same time…but he was fairly good at both.)
(“The greatest blessings can be seen as the greatest curses.” Nithel whispered and Alessio’s chest tightened)
“You said almost the only weapons you had consisted of knives,” he said “is your enemy the same?”
Simultaneously he listened for her reply and Nithel’s. Created for pain, to work good in others. Alessio didn’t mean to, but instinct produced the image of an arbitrary mesh of decisions of who becomes a sacrifice for the happiness of the rest. It was…
“He didn’t force me to obey what He wished. My brother did not.
I chose to,” Alessio hadn’t had that choice?
He followed every word of the conversation and every word of it was a knife, and a…more than a hope, he didn’t have the words…
“He has given you life.” … “And though it can seem like a curse, and with it we may curse others, it is still a gift we were given.” Alessio’s throat was dry, he consciously didn’t touch the scars on his wrist. “I’ve seen gifts. But here? I have seen gifts of fire, and healing, and light. Things that while He created you, He smiled and said- I delight in you! My child! My creation! My beloved! With this you will do mighty things.”
Alessio didn’t breathe. He’d been looking at Lupa during the entire two conversations, but his eyes flicked to Nithel the moment he mentioned gifts. No one had ever called his fire…“He called them gifts,”

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