Post by yaksha on Dec 2, 2015 6:05:02 GMT
"Thank you, Fryst, for answering my question in such a simple manner. As for your question, Liam? I hardly see the point. Evolution is about...adapting. Changing to fit a changing environment. I certainly don't think enough has changed to warrant that much of a change of my identity. I am who I've been for the last fifteen hundred years. Why should something like my diet change me if I don't want to change?"
There it was again. That soft, gently chiding tone. Yaksha didn't seem angry, or at least not -that- angry. It was more like...strained patience, like the sort of expression Jesus himself may have had when he was told that loaves and fishes were all fine and good, but was there any chance he could whip up a quick chicken salad instead? As if he were surrounded by individuals that by their very existence left him drained, and yet never quite so drained he could find it in himself to give up. He inhaled slowly, letting himself stand in place for just a moment or two, collecting his thoughts, trying his best to hold back against his knee-jerk reaction to lash out at both of these two, to strike with his barbed tongue and undoubtedly earn himself a lost limb or two. After ten seconds of silence, he finally opened his eyes, seeming markedly calmer.
"You seem to be using a different definition of superficial than I am, Fryst. Age and height are both prerequisites towards being 'little', and none of that has any bearing on his value as a person. Superficial people do look at others, but they make snap judgments. Like that someone is arrogant simply because they think themselves wise." He paused once more, tilting his head to the side at an odd, almost impossible angle. It truly made him look like a reptile, like some sub-human creature that was simply trying its best to play human, and falling short.
"What do you expect me to do, if not try to cling to whatever tiny degree of usefulness I have? I'm well aware of the fact that I'm weak. That I'm unattractive. That I'm long-winded. But no one is a villain in their own mind. I try to focus on the good, and for me that means remembering that I have seen things, have remembered things. It's reminding myself that I can offer something unique. To you, it may seem...arrogant, to bring up my age like that. But it's all I have, to be honest. Were I a younger man, I'd hardly even be worth knowing."
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There it was again. That soft, gently chiding tone. Yaksha didn't seem angry, or at least not -that- angry. It was more like...strained patience, like the sort of expression Jesus himself may have had when he was told that loaves and fishes were all fine and good, but was there any chance he could whip up a quick chicken salad instead? As if he were surrounded by individuals that by their very existence left him drained, and yet never quite so drained he could find it in himself to give up. He inhaled slowly, letting himself stand in place for just a moment or two, collecting his thoughts, trying his best to hold back against his knee-jerk reaction to lash out at both of these two, to strike with his barbed tongue and undoubtedly earn himself a lost limb or two. After ten seconds of silence, he finally opened his eyes, seeming markedly calmer.
"You seem to be using a different definition of superficial than I am, Fryst. Age and height are both prerequisites towards being 'little', and none of that has any bearing on his value as a person. Superficial people do look at others, but they make snap judgments. Like that someone is arrogant simply because they think themselves wise." He paused once more, tilting his head to the side at an odd, almost impossible angle. It truly made him look like a reptile, like some sub-human creature that was simply trying its best to play human, and falling short.
"What do you expect me to do, if not try to cling to whatever tiny degree of usefulness I have? I'm well aware of the fact that I'm weak. That I'm unattractive. That I'm long-winded. But no one is a villain in their own mind. I try to focus on the good, and for me that means remembering that I have seen things, have remembered things. It's reminding myself that I can offer something unique. To you, it may seem...arrogant, to bring up my age like that. But it's all I have, to be honest. Were I a younger man, I'd hardly even be worth knowing."
