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[falsehymn]

❝But I tell you, do not swear
an oath at all:
either by Heaven, for it is God’s throne;
or by the earth,
for it is His footstool;
or by Jerusalem, for it is the
city of the Great King.
And do not swear by your head,
for you cannot make even
one hair white
or black.
All you need to say is simply 'Yes' or 'No';
anything beyond this comes from
the evil one.
—Matthew 5:34-37

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[hjadningavig]

...At this point, some of these may sound like realistic goals.

[ He pauses and then looks over at the so-called Mikaela hanging around as he says this. ]

Destroying God and Heaven, for example. [ Maybe Dainsleif has a funny idea of realistic. ] The rest, not so much. But, I did ask, and you gave me an answer, so it is what it is...even if I doubt everything in the latter half will see success.

[ With that, he begins to sip at his drink once again. ]

[falsehymn]

( it's realistic 2 sika so he's in good company!!

That actually gets a sharp laugh out of Sika - raw and real and authentic, not their delicate, siren sound. )

Well, if I cannot find a way to die, I suppose I'll simply resign to supporting my children from the shadows until I find a way to pass. What's another eternity when I've already lived so long?

( Despite their wry, humorous tone... there is an echo of exhaustion in their voice. They are too guilty; too tired. This has all been more than enough - too much. )

[hjadningavig]

[ Any gentle haze from the alcohol seems suddenly minute. A glimpse of their true side, full of sharp edges, instead of only the enigmatic gentleness searching for purchase for...something; he forgets his drink, even.

Somehow, it seems to make them look more complete, knowing both sides exist.

He wonders too...is it more now less wishing too uphold a lingering responsibility thereby allowing children to still return (though still tangibly remaining), but deep down seeking to achieve their true wish to embrace death? Thus why they can easily abandon everything after that? ]

I don't have any interest in seeing you linger here.

[ For one reason or another. He pauses, weighing in their weary tone, their guilt, and memories of their last conversation. ]

Whatever you've done, I simply won't allow it.

...And while we're here, humor me for a little.

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