"Because I was delusional with agony, for one," Solomon muttered. Paddy's soul was rippling with abject confusion, and Solomon wasn't even sure which part of all this was confusing to him. Had the man forgotten that hardly a week ago, Solomon himself had been, by nearly any definition, evil? What did he know about being 'good'?
Saffron Sweetgrass wasn't hanging on his every word because she wasn't there to hang on them. It was as simple as that. He looked at Paddy, studied him. His oasis wasn't parched, but it was restrained with a minor sandstorm, and that confusion served to block out a lot of Solomon's understanding of the man. Even still, there was a sort of infallible peace in the water that was somewhat unnerving.
"If you didn't care even the slightest bit, why bring it up at all?"
"I'm getting the impression you think I'm rather less petty than I am," he observed. "I brought it up because if it did convince people to leave, and therefore encourage Tenebrae's little empire to fall down around his ears, then I'm certainly going to do all I can to make it happen. Which, by the way, is exactly why the Sanctuary will be interested in helping them escape. That doesn't mean I want or am capable of actually leading people through personal revelations."
If those last words came out somewhat sour, he felt he could be forgiven that. It wasn't enough that he did manage to escape from the Temple and the grasp of a genuinely evil magic? It wasn't enough that he was blind and for his own safety had to accept leading a magical nation in the middle of what anyone would term an unrest?
Apparently not. Solomon had no idea if God had had any hand in this at all, beyond His saving Solomon's life, but Solomon wasn't happy with Him right now either way.
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Saffron Sweetgrass wasn't hanging on his every word because she wasn't there to hang on them. It was as simple as that. He looked at Paddy, studied him. His oasis wasn't parched, but it was restrained with a minor sandstorm, and that confusion served to block out a lot of Solomon's understanding of the man. Even still, there was a sort of infallible peace in the water that was somewhat unnerving.
"If you didn't care even the slightest bit, why bring it up at all?"
"I'm getting the impression you think I'm rather less petty than I am," he observed. "I brought it up because if it did convince people to leave, and therefore encourage Tenebrae's little empire to fall down around his ears, then I'm certainly going to do all I can to make it happen. Which, by the way, is exactly why the Sanctuary will be interested in helping them escape. That doesn't mean I want or am capable of actually leading people through personal revelations."
If those last words came out somewhat sour, he felt he could be forgiven that. It wasn't enough that he did manage to escape from the Temple and the grasp of a genuinely evil magic? It wasn't enough that he was blind and for his own safety had to accept leading a magical nation in the middle of what anyone would term an unrest?
Apparently not. Solomon had no idea if God had had any hand in this at all, beyond His saving Solomon's life, but Solomon wasn't happy with Him right now either way.