[ mmmm... ] You are one of God's angels; Tabris of Free Will.
[ it almost sounds like he's parroting you, but in reality, he's checking something out. and it looks like that he can say it-- there's a moment of recognition tacked onto the end of that sentence, there. if he can say it, then it must be the undeniable truth. and though he honestly has very little inkling as to what an 'angel' is, this is truth that he cannot question nor refute.
on the other hand, he can't say 'it's nice to meet you', nor can he say 'it's not nice to meet you'. so once again, his understanding of the truth has fallen into a gray area.
when his eyes return rivet themselves on the other being, they are contemplative. ]
That's quite the fancy title, Tabris of Free Will. [ says it like he's rolling the words around on his tongue. they're unfamiliar. ] And what makes you what you are?
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[ it almost sounds like he's parroting you, but in reality, he's checking something out. and it looks like that he can say it-- there's a moment of recognition tacked onto the end of that sentence, there. if he can say it, then it must be the undeniable truth. and though he honestly has very little inkling as to what an 'angel' is, this is truth that he cannot question nor refute.
on the other hand, he can't say 'it's nice to meet you', nor can he say 'it's not nice to meet you'. so once again, his understanding of the truth has fallen into a gray area.
when his eyes return rivet themselves on the other being, they are contemplative. ]
That's quite the fancy title, Tabris of Free Will. [ says it like he's rolling the words around on his tongue. they're unfamiliar. ] And what makes you what you are?