"You do not know what you ask for, and you do not know what you offer in return!" Amascut answered. "Would you prefer the deaths of billions, just so your son would live? Would you sacrifice the well being of your family, just so your son would live? Would you rather have your son live a life of torment and fear than to die in peace after having fought for the good of his people?"
She walked over to the boy on his deathbed. "No. Indeed, no one deserves life. It is given freely. And no one deserves death. It too, is given freely and is a consequence of life. However, this boy has come close to actually deserving both. This boy, and the countless lives he fights against, the countless lives he has ended, and the countless he has fought for. His strength has saved humanity, for now." She placed a hand on the boy's violently heaving chest and all grew quiet. The boy ceased breathing.
Amascut made a sack full of gold coins appear in her free hand and tossed it toward the parents "He is to be buried as a hero. Take him to either my priestesses or the priests of my brother. They will ensure he is prepared adequately." She then turns to each of the boy's siblings and strokes their faces, saying, "Your brother was strong, and so will you be, and so will be the whole of your peoples."
Then she approaches the parents, touching both their faces. "Please, do what I ask. Do not hold me in contempt, it is unhealthy. And pray my brother forgives you, it is not I alone who brings back the dead, nor guides them to the afterlife. Without his cooperation, death and resurrection would be truly horrible and without mine, it wouldn't happen at all. It would then be life which is horrible."
Amascut disappears, her physical form fading like smoke carried away by the wind.
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Date: 2010-09-26 10:32 pm (UTC)She walked over to the boy on his deathbed. "No. Indeed, no one deserves life. It is given freely. And no one deserves death. It too, is given freely and is a consequence of life. However, this boy has come close to actually deserving both. This boy, and the countless lives he fights against, the countless lives he has ended, and the countless he has fought for. His strength has saved humanity, for now." She placed a hand on the boy's violently heaving chest and all grew quiet. The boy ceased breathing.
Amascut made a sack full of gold coins appear in her free hand and tossed it toward the parents "He is to be buried as a hero. Take him to either my priestesses or the priests of my brother. They will ensure he is prepared adequately." She then turns to each of the boy's siblings and strokes their faces, saying, "Your brother was strong, and so will you be, and so will be the whole of your peoples."
Then she approaches the parents, touching both their faces. "Please, do what I ask. Do not hold me in contempt, it is unhealthy. And pray my brother forgives you, it is not I alone who brings back the dead, nor guides them to the afterlife. Without his cooperation, death and resurrection would be truly horrible and without mine, it wouldn't happen at all. It would then be life which is horrible."
Amascut disappears, her physical form fading like smoke carried away by the wind.