[ DAMN WOW if only someone fucking said this to her IN THAT WAY. in the campaign she might have actually realized shit. ]
You are... You are better at this then I ever could be.
[ Two hundred years, and sheltering yourself out of desire to not bother those around you and trouble them. Truly leave one with the sort of disconnection, self instilled bridge threatened always to shatter the moment you wish to cross it, and understand the other side. This otherside, of hurting others and having hurt them. Caoimhe could not find herself wholly grasping, how can you be kind but still hurt another intentionally? Still, wish unwell upon another?
Caoimhe knew these were rational mortal feelings, ill intent to people around you. It was the decisiveness never to act on it - that made you a beautiful human. Even so, she hated that evil seemed so easy to follow suit and enact for others. That people willingly and gladly, followed such measures because it was convenient - such as... Killing someone, instead of trying to free their soul from demonic possession. Ripping their eyes apart so they would not use magic, slicing out their tongue so they could not cast magic, cutting of their hands and feet so they could not use magic.
The screaming. The screaming. The screaming. Why did the Paladin do nothing...? What kind of person, supposedly absolved by God's grace - -
Her stomach turns again, and she places a hand over her mouth. ]
This person... Who tells you - who is evil...? What were they like... Are... They kind like you?
[ Changing the conversation, not to escape from the guilt but to calm her nerves. So as to not embarrass herself and seem weak or unsightly before her friend. ]
tw: violence ment
You are... You are better at this then I ever could be.
[ Two hundred years, and sheltering yourself out of desire to not bother those around you and trouble them. Truly leave one with the sort of disconnection, self instilled bridge threatened always to shatter the moment you wish to cross it, and understand the other side. This otherside, of hurting others and having hurt them. Caoimhe could not find herself wholly grasping, how can you be kind but still hurt another intentionally? Still, wish unwell upon another?
Caoimhe knew these were rational mortal feelings, ill intent to people around you. It was the decisiveness never to act on it - that made you a beautiful human. Even so, she hated that evil seemed so easy to follow suit and enact for others. That people willingly and gladly, followed such measures because it was convenient - such as... Killing someone, instead of trying to free their soul from demonic possession. Ripping their eyes apart so they would not use magic, slicing out their tongue so they could not cast magic, cutting of their hands and feet so they could not use magic.
The screaming.
The screaming.
The screaming.
Why did the Paladin do nothing...? What kind of person, supposedly absolved by God's grace - -
Her stomach turns again, and she places a hand over her mouth. ]
This person... Who tells you - who is evil...? What were they like... Are... They kind like you?
[ Changing the conversation, not to escape from the guilt but to calm her nerves. So as to not embarrass herself and seem weak or unsightly before her friend. ]