Hmm... how do I put this...? I'm myself. I'm Sieg, but the dragon I become is Fafnir, sort of. He's the dragon that the hero slays. Some would say taking away a wish from humanity is a wicked act. I have his body, but it's still me using it.
[ suddenly, viren finds more sense in one of sieg's reactions that he'd garnered in a previous conversation. his wings seem to stutter in their great beats, but it's nothing that affects their flight. ]
[Sieg doesn't quite notice the way Viren's flapping changes.]
Yes. It's... something that separates humans from homunculi. Unless a homunculus is given a decision, they follow their orders. But humans have choices. They can see options and they can choose even when nobody gives them.
[Said like somebody who has a great fondness and admiration for the humans he knows.]
[ viren considers that. they're getting closer to the coven, now, as might be evident by the slight change in scenery, if recognizable to sieg. he has to give that statement thought before his next conclusion, ]
That sounds like a curse. Or a deficiency, that they must always follow orders.
[ mm; viren can hardly pretend he can empathize, but he can at least try to handle this with some delicateness ("we"). they will find themselves lowering at the foot of the coven, and viren skillfully alights to solid ground. he casts his gaze to the side. lowly, ]
... Perhaps no reason to, but I feel as if that's the crux of many stories -- developing a will, despite the odds.
[ allowing him egress, sieg's feet can too find solid ground now. ]
[If Sieg had never developed a will, he would simply be a battery inside of a Caster's construct. He thinks about that every once in a while- the odd quirk of fate that allowed him to realize he didn't want to die.]
I don't even know why I had one to begin with. The other homunculi created from the same process didn't.
[ sieg may feel some reflective bemusement through their bond -- he thinks it sounds like sieg has a glitch (after processing the implications of being created), an error on the part of his creator. he holds his forked tongue, along with any wonder that someone should be able to create a homunculus in the first place, and what it might entail, is willfully set aside for now. ]
No need to thank me.
[ and yet!: also through the bond, cue a tiny of glow of warmth for the gratitude. now that they probably, hopefully, still have some salvaged vine parts available, stepping toward the coven - ]
[Sieg knows he's some kind of glitch. No mage back home would ever want a battery to have a will. He's not privy to the methods of making other homunculi, and he wouldn't try it anyway.
Off they go to the coven. The experience seemed like a good little bit of bonding for the temporary Bond. Maybe they should pick up another one soon.]
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Yes, that's me, Fafnir.
[Wait, that's confusing and not entirely true.]
Hmm... how do I put this...? I'm myself. I'm Sieg, but the dragon I become is Fafnir, sort of. He's the dragon that the hero slays. Some would say taking away a wish from humanity is a wicked act. I have his body, but it's still me using it.
Does that make sense?
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[ it -- well. compelled to truthfulness as he is, viren hesitates. ]
If taking a wish from humanity is a wicked act, and he is the "wicked dragon," what had the wish been—?
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My act... I took the grail away after somebody essentially wished away free will.
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[ suddenly, viren finds more sense in one of sieg's reactions that he'd garnered in a previous conversation. his wings seem to stutter in their great beats, but it's nothing that affects their flight. ]
That had crossed a line for you?
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Yes. It's... something that separates humans from homunculi. Unless a homunculus is given a decision, they follow their orders. But humans have choices. They can see options and they can choose even when nobody gives them.
[Said like somebody who has a great fondness and admiration for the humans he knows.]
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That sounds like a curse. Or a deficiency, that they must always follow orders.
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... Perhaps no reason to, but I feel as if that's the crux of many stories -- developing a will, despite the odds.
[ allowing him egress, sieg's feet can too find solid ground now. ]
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I don't even know why I had one to begin with. The other homunculi created from the same process didn't.
[He'll step down.]
Thank you.
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No need to thank me.
[ and yet!: also through the bond, cue a tiny of glow of warmth for the gratitude. now that they probably, hopefully, still have some salvaged vine parts available, stepping toward the coven - ]
Come. Let's get our reward.
thread wrap!
Off they go to the coven. The experience seemed like a good little bit of bonding for the temporary Bond. Maybe they should pick up another one soon.]
Of course.