[It is still strange to Liem that Set, the self-proclaimed hedonist, was unused to the experience of eating before now. Food has always held little temptation to Liem, unsatisfying as it is to his palate, but he would not have expected a god fond of excess to scorn the pleasure of food when he seems perfectly happy with drink. And yet, he cannot deny Set's oddly familiar relationship with solid edibles. If anything, the god's aversion to them sounds more intense even than his own. It is mainly the lingering effects of having food in his body that causes Liem so much grief; he at least doesn't tend to suffer from the mere smell, assuming he's not ill to begin with.
Though his expression remains wary, Liem raises a brow at the other man.]
Suffering is inherent to life.
[For mortals, he means: those still living in the material plane. There will always be hardships to overcome, just as life holds its own pleasures as well. He has long since stopped trying to steer the path of his own life by either star. Abadar's light is just as bright, and far steadier.]
If I wished only to tend my earthly needs, I would turn my face to Zenith, with its congregation of blood-drinkers. But even if Lady Yima could pull my patron from oblivion — which she has said she cannot presently do — she could not bring with him all that he guards and all that he has built. I will not consider my own temporary comfort to be of greater importance than the First Vault itself.
[He pauses; flicks his gaze away from Set's. This is a topic he prefers to avoid speaking of — one that has caused him lifetimes' worth of hardship, and has been met only rarely with understanding. Even if all the god has for him is indifference, though, he will accept it for the opportunity to be acknowledged, in even the smallest part. And surely a being like Set doesn't harbour the revulsions of a normal, mortal person.]
My ailment is my father's legacy. He was one of their kind: a vampire, a hunter of men, fearing only the sun. I have his eyes and his appetites, for all that I am a living man.
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Though his expression remains wary, Liem raises a brow at the other man.]
Suffering is inherent to life.
[For mortals, he means: those still living in the material plane. There will always be hardships to overcome, just as life holds its own pleasures as well. He has long since stopped trying to steer the path of his own life by either star. Abadar's light is just as bright, and far steadier.]
If I wished only to tend my earthly needs, I would turn my face to Zenith, with its congregation of blood-drinkers. But even if Lady Yima could pull my patron from oblivion — which she has said she cannot presently do — she could not bring with him all that he guards and all that he has built. I will not consider my own temporary comfort to be of greater importance than the First Vault itself.
[He pauses; flicks his gaze away from Set's. This is a topic he prefers to avoid speaking of — one that has caused him lifetimes' worth of hardship, and has been met only rarely with understanding. Even if all the god has for him is indifference, though, he will accept it for the opportunity to be acknowledged, in even the smallest part. And surely a being like Set doesn't harbour the revulsions of a normal, mortal person.]
My ailment is my father's legacy. He was one of their kind: a vampire, a hunter of men, fearing only the sun. I have his eyes and his appetites, for all that I am a living man.