[Oddly enough, that's what draws Saralegui's eyes back over to the strange man, his brows arching up slightly in something like thought or mild surprise. He soon glances away again with an automatic smile, but it's faint and somehow bitter.
If "demon" is Richard's trigger, then Saralegui's is the exact opposite.]
"Divine punishment", hmm?
[The novelty of this place has been a decent distraction from the rollercoaster of emotions he'd been dealing with right before waking up here, but that wording knocks him back down to reality a bit. It's been all of two or three days since his mother, the queen of the Divine Tribe, suddenly reappeared – or rather, just appeared, since "reappeared" makes it sound like she'd ever been at all present in his life before – and brought with her all kinds of fresh new revelations. Extremely personal revelations about himself that he'd had to sit and listen to in a room full of people, most of which didn't even like him. He'd had to keep a straight face while they agonizingly explained all the circumstances of his birth and childhood and how his own mother hadn't wanted him and how the one person he'd trusted completely had been lying to him his whole life. It was humiliating, infuriating.
Even worse were the moments right before he'd arrived here when he'd finally lost his composure entirely. It's embarrassing to think about now that he'd had time to breathe, and every time he looks at the fucking "Divine Sword" on his hip he simultaneously wants to throw it in a ditch and selfishly keep it.
All in all, the very word "divine" tastes sour in his mouth now.]
All this is supposedly punishment for alleged crimes, from what I've heard. If those responsible can claim victims with such a large scope, then they must indeed be some sort of gods.
it's richard iii, people should know what they're getting into
If "demon" is Richard's trigger, then Saralegui's is the exact opposite.]
"Divine punishment", hmm?
[The novelty of this place has been a decent distraction from the rollercoaster of emotions he'd been dealing with right before waking up here, but that wording knocks him back down to reality a bit. It's been all of two or three days since his mother, the queen of the Divine Tribe, suddenly reappeared – or rather, just appeared, since "reappeared" makes it sound like she'd ever been at all present in his life before – and brought with her all kinds of fresh new revelations. Extremely personal revelations about himself that he'd had to sit and listen to in a room full of people, most of which didn't even like him. He'd had to keep a straight face while they agonizingly explained all the circumstances of his birth and childhood and how his own mother hadn't wanted him and how the one person he'd trusted completely had been lying to him his whole life. It was humiliating, infuriating.
Even worse were the moments right before he'd arrived here when he'd finally lost his composure entirely. It's embarrassing to think about now that he'd had time to breathe, and every time he looks at the fucking "Divine Sword" on his hip he simultaneously wants to throw it in a ditch and selfishly keep it.
All in all, the very word "divine" tastes sour in his mouth now.]
All this is supposedly punishment for alleged crimes, from what I've heard. If those responsible can claim victims with such a large scope, then they must indeed be some sort of gods.