Solomon found the mug and wrapped his hands around it, bringing it up to blow on the tea. "Thank you," he murmured belatedly and a little absently, taking in Paddy's words. The truth. The truth was so much easier with some people. Others in the Temple weren't usually among them. There was too much risk of them using it against you.
He took a few moments to wait for the tea to cool and to sip it. "That's the part that worries me," he said at last, after his headache had started to ease. "The part where they might be using me as their personal guarantee. I'm the only reason they have to believe it might be better or safer."
Another pause, this time so Solomon could find the words to explain. "Necromancers believe in logic," he said finally. "They're afraid, but most of their beliefs are based on proven metaphysics." It was one of the reasons why Solomon was considered eccentric. One of the lesser reasons, true, but even so. "Faith isn't considered as highly. If it was, something like this would have happened earlier. Until now, there hasn't been any logical reason for them to consider anything else."
Now there was, and Solomon was the cause of it. Which was the problem. Necromancers, when they found something to believe in, were fanatical. They didn't know how to be anything else, because that was how they were raised. Leaving aside the idea of having to fight Vile to the death, Solomon hadn't wanted to be the Death Bringer for that reason.
Which meant that Solomon had to give them a solid reason to stay out of the Temple, without encouraging them to latch on to him as some sort of reverse Death Bringer. "The truth." He shook his head and chuckled. "If nothing else, it might be shocking enough to be a novelty. If they believe me."
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He took a few moments to wait for the tea to cool and to sip it. "That's the part that worries me," he said at last, after his headache had started to ease. "The part where they might be using me as their personal guarantee. I'm the only reason they have to believe it might be better or safer."
Another pause, this time so Solomon could find the words to explain. "Necromancers believe in logic," he said finally. "They're afraid, but most of their beliefs are based on proven metaphysics." It was one of the reasons why Solomon was considered eccentric. One of the lesser reasons, true, but even so. "Faith isn't considered as highly. If it was, something like this would have happened earlier. Until now, there hasn't been any logical reason for them to consider anything else."
Now there was, and Solomon was the cause of it. Which was the problem. Necromancers, when they found something to believe in, were fanatical. They didn't know how to be anything else, because that was how they were raised. Leaving aside the idea of having to fight Vile to the death, Solomon hadn't wanted to be the Death Bringer for that reason.
Which meant that Solomon had to give them a solid reason to stay out of the Temple, without encouraging them to latch on to him as some sort of reverse Death Bringer. "The truth." He shook his head and chuckled. "If nothing else, it might be shocking enough to be a novelty. If they believe me."