[ yes, he doesn't belong, but he doesn't really care about that, beyond not being interested in bogging some poor romantic heart down with his presence more than is required to win the game. Verso's intentions are good, of course, but once again, Messmer feels the magnitude of his wicked deeds is underestimated by everyone around him. It would be best for him to speak on it; at the same time, it feels like bringing up the true nature of his leadership and army would be spitting in the face of what Verso just told him, grinding a boot down on his fragile trust. The inevitable can be postponed a little longer. Evidently, both of them have time to spare. ]
Our similarities doth fade quickly past the surface. [ instead, he decides to offer some information about himself in return - an eye for an eye. ] Well cursed was I born - a wretched first child, full possessed of evils meant to fell her. Yet, Mother did raise me with full love. Her gifts she used to heal me, and by her grace doth my soul persist. I suffer this farce merely to once more hear her voice. That is the wish I would make.
[Not a petty matter of belonging. Maybe not, but Verso believes that Messmer can't possibly feel happy being detached from the group. Feeling as though he is other. But maybe that's presumptuous of him. Maybe he's projecting. But he's such a sorrowful soul, and Verso cannot rightly believe that anyone wants to be lonely, no matter their reasoning for being here.
Our similarities doth fade quickly past the surface. Well, he has no reason to doubt Messmer on that, but he wonders why he says it. The following remark about being cursed is neither new information nor does it run contrary to Verso's "curse" of immortality and copied identity in sentiment... so maybe it's something else?
...He really does love his mother, though. And it sounds as though she loves (loved?) him, as well.]
That wish is as valid as any other. [ ... ] But just because you're here for a different reason, that... doesn't mean you have to be lonely while doing it.
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[ yes, he doesn't belong, but he doesn't really care about that, beyond not being interested in bogging some poor romantic heart down with his presence more than is required to win the game. Verso's intentions are good, of course, but once again, Messmer feels the magnitude of his wicked deeds is underestimated by everyone around him. It would be best for him to speak on it; at the same time, it feels like bringing up the true nature of his leadership and army would be spitting in the face of what Verso just told him, grinding a boot down on his fragile trust. The inevitable can be postponed a little longer. Evidently, both of them have time to spare. ]
Our similarities doth fade quickly past the surface. [ instead, he decides to offer some information about himself in return - an eye for an eye. ] Well cursed was I born - a wretched first child, full possessed of evils meant to fell her. Yet, Mother did raise me with full love. Her gifts she used to heal me, and by her grace doth my soul persist. I suffer this farce merely to once more hear her voice. That is the wish I would make.
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Our similarities doth fade quickly past the surface. Well, he has no reason to doubt Messmer on that, but he wonders why he says it. The following remark about being cursed is neither new information nor does it run contrary to Verso's "curse" of immortality and copied identity in sentiment... so maybe it's something else?
...He really does love his mother, though. And it sounds as though she loves (loved?) him, as well.]
That wish is as valid as any other. [ ... ] But just because you're here for a different reason, that... doesn't mean you have to be lonely while doing it.