(07-22-2014, 05:47 PM)Warren Castille Wrote: The paladin looks up, eying his company with no small regard.
"Let's say you were confronted by the Twelve tomorrow, and they tell you you've only got a week left before you have to leave this realm. In exchange, they let you dictate the terms of your passing. What do you do for that week, and how do you go?"
He looked up from his drink. "I don't think I'd be going anywhere. Don't believe in your false eikons. They're no better than the beast-tribe's 'primals'. Granted, if enough people believe in something, they'll make it real. So if I believed, I'd want them to fill in the gaps of my life. find my family, get me back my memories. Let me live a little. Then I guess I'd go."
