Barely take spiritual responsibility for himself? Solomon had just single-handedly redeemed himself from Necromancy, the habit of several lifetimes, in the space of a week. If that wasn't taking spiritual responsibility for himself, Paddy was rather lost as to what was.
"Saffron didn't think you could save her," he replied in much the same sort of level tone as Solomon's. "Not in the way you're thinking. She doesn't know anything about redemption or religion or spiritual enlightenment or angels, Solomon. All she knows is that Necromancy's dangerous - which you told her - but running away from the Temple is practically suicide. That's what she's scared of. That, understandably, is why she wants your help - you've already done it. You obviously know something she doesn't. She doesn't want you to save her, she wants you to help her. You've done that. She's not hanging on your every word now, is she?"
It was interesting, how Solomon didn't think he was capable of this sort of leadership. He hadn't thought he was capable of living without Necromancy; yet look at him now. He hadn't thought he'd ever be able to escape the Temple's clutches, or lead the country while blind. There were a great many things Solomon had been convinced he'd never achieve, and had. Was he forgetting all that?
"Tell me something." Paddy pulled over his own chair, and sat down across from Solomon. "Saffron told me that she was one of the nurses healing you after... well, after what they did. She said you told her to consider where Necromancers' souls go after they die. If you didn't care even the slightest bit about anyone else being able to follow you out of the Temple, why did you tell her that? Why bring it up at all?"
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"Saffron didn't think you could save her," he replied in much the same sort of level tone as Solomon's. "Not in the way you're thinking. She doesn't know anything about redemption or religion or spiritual enlightenment or angels, Solomon. All she knows is that Necromancy's dangerous - which you told her - but running away from the Temple is practically suicide. That's what she's scared of. That, understandably, is why she wants your help - you've already done it. You obviously know something she doesn't. She doesn't want you to save her, she wants you to help her. You've done that. She's not hanging on your every word now, is she?"
It was interesting, how Solomon didn't think he was capable of this sort of leadership. He hadn't thought he was capable of living without Necromancy; yet look at him now. He hadn't thought he'd ever be able to escape the Temple's clutches, or lead the country while blind. There were a great many things Solomon had been convinced he'd never achieve, and had. Was he forgetting all that?
"Tell me something." Paddy pulled over his own chair, and sat down across from Solomon. "Saffron told me that she was one of the nurses healing you after... well, after what they did. She said you told her to consider where Necromancers' souls go after they die. If you didn't care even the slightest bit about anyone else being able to follow you out of the Temple, why did you tell her that? Why bring it up at all?"