[ it's killing me that you wrote out all of this while i was like "there's a funeral song they're passing out the words to and it's nice just trust me"
anyway
there's so much here that hits close to home that it's almost a little unnerving. the corrupt church state and religious propaganda, the abused workers, the riots... the church control of ore for weapons... even the last two digits of the year.
(the rebellious army general turned king, too, though that detail isn't one he wants to think of as an equivalent.)
he appreciates that there's little glossing over of events. that it's a hard-fought war with necessary sacrifices, and that nothing changes overnight — everything isn't neatly tied up with a bow at the end just for the sake of a satisfying narrative. it makes it all easier to accept as truth, and to imagine that his own country still might one day be able to tell a story that ends with hope as well.
...and in their current situation, where it's quickly becoming even harder to make out any glimmer of hope in the darkness, the martyr's words stick with him. numbness and indifference, huh. better to risk starting a fire than give up and do nothing.
after a moment, he finally looks over with a smile (tired though it is) and nods. ]
[ thankfully this story is a specific part of his lore so i was prepared LOL
as he finishes the story, taair leans back, hands folding in his lap. he knows the details of this story so, so intimately - recited not from his written book, but from his memories. it is the core of so, so many things, and in the horrors of this place, it resonates. the feeling of pushing back against something powerless, over and over, and finally - finally succeeding.
he turns to look at fidelio and matches his smile. soft and warm, exhausted from the proceedings, but genuine. ]
It was my pleasure. [ truly. ] ...I have studied the histories of my nation for years, now, but this story has stayed with me the longest. With the pressure of the Papal States' propaganda, every time I tell it, it is another little link in the chain that keeps their memory alive.
There is much to be said, I believe, for struggle. Even when it feels futile.
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anyway
there's so much here that hits close to home that it's almost a little unnerving. the corrupt church state and religious propaganda, the abused workers, the riots... the church control of ore for weapons... even the last two digits of the year.
(the rebellious army general turned king, too, though that detail isn't one he wants to think of as an equivalent.)
he appreciates that there's little glossing over of events. that it's a hard-fought war with necessary sacrifices, and that nothing changes overnight — everything isn't neatly tied up with a bow at the end just for the sake of a satisfying narrative. it makes it all easier to accept as truth, and to imagine that his own country still might one day be able to tell a story that ends with hope as well.
...and in their current situation, where it's quickly becoming even harder to make out any glimmer of hope in the darkness, the martyr's words stick with him. numbness and indifference, huh. better to risk starting a fire than give up and do nothing.
after a moment, he finally looks over with a smile (tired though it is) and nods. ]
...Yeah. That was a good one. Thanks.
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as he finishes the story, taair leans back, hands folding in his lap. he knows the details of this story so, so intimately - recited not from his written book, but from his memories. it is the core of so, so many things, and in the horrors of this place, it resonates. the feeling of pushing back against something powerless, over and over, and finally - finally succeeding.
he turns to look at fidelio and matches his smile. soft and warm, exhausted from the proceedings, but genuine. ]
It was my pleasure. [ truly. ] ...I have studied the histories of my nation for years, now, but this story has stayed with me the longest. With the pressure of the Papal States' propaganda, every time I tell it, it is another little link in the chain that keeps their memory alive.
There is much to be said, I believe, for struggle. Even when it feels futile.