Jonathan Crane (
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Everyone. There has been nothing convenient about entertaining a few of our divine friends these past months. At this point, I believe some of them meddle in our lives on purpose. But you know how these beings are. Loving, violent and above all selfish. But their conduct should never be mistaken as good or bad.
Do you want the opinion of a professional? Itβs human.
Of course, when I examine our delusions about being divine, and remember my mortal origins, it motivates me to question where they come from.
Were they once human like us?
In any case, I would like to remind you that your memories will take you by surprise. Not today. Nor tomorrow. But someday you will recall more about who you were, and perhaps find you cannot stand it. And whether that happens today or tomorrow, take a seat and have a drink, and try not to take yourself too seriously.
Do you want the opinion of a professional? Itβs human.
Of course, when I examine our delusions about being divine, and remember my mortal origins, it motivates me to question where they come from.
Were they once human like us?
In any case, I would like to remind you that your memories will take you by surprise. Not today. Nor tomorrow. But someday you will recall more about who you were, and perhaps find you cannot stand it. And whether that happens today or tomorrow, take a seat and have a drink, and try not to take yourself too seriously.
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π²πππ, ππ½πΆπ πΎπ ππ·ππΎπππ, ππΎππΈπ π½π πΎπ ππππ πΈππππΎππΆππ ππ» π½πππΆπ π πππΈπ½πππππ ππ½πΆπ π½πΎπ π½πΆπ·πΎππ πππππππ. π»πΎπ πΎππΉπΎππΎπΉππΆππΎππ πΆππΉ π»πππΉππππ π»ππ πΉπΎπππΈπ πΈππππππΎπΈπΆππΎππ ππππππππ πΆ πππππππ πππΎππΎπ; ππ½ππππ½ πππ πΈπΆππππ πΉπΎππΈππππ ππ½π ππΎππ π½π ππ πππ πΆπΉπΏππππΎππ ππ ππ½πΎπ πππππΉ. π―π½π ππππππΎππ ππππΆπΎππ πΆπ ππ ππ½πππ π½π ππ πππ π½πΎπ ππΎππ.
[Solvunn, Thorne or the Free Cities.]
π πππΆππΉππππ, ππ½π πππΉπ πΆππ πππ π»πππΉ ππ» πΆ πΏπππ πΆππΉ π½π πΎπ πΆ πΏππππ. πΌ πππ π πππ ππ½πππ πΎπ πΆπππΆππ πππ πΈππππ πΎπ ππ½π πΈππΆππ, πΆπ»πππ πΆππ.
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[Nonsense. Both know he embraces nothing except work: that is the joke. But after centuries he is willing to share certain opinions, like how he was willing to share his skills and knowledge.
Truth is, he could have offered his insight anywhere, and he did. He recalls that conclave hidden against the coast, the village where he was worshipped and admired by a cult of followers. All living inside the Free Cities but apart of it.
What keeps him confined here, anyway?]