"Hmm. We have no afterlife in our universe, and what ever gods we once had are long gone. There is no 'Ferryman' in our universe. Magic, gods, and other such things simply do not exist."
If one unfocused ones mind and knew enough history it could be possible to guess at the events that whirled and twisted around them. Yet here in the place where the future and past mixed nothing was for certain. Even the inhabitants of this beautiful vortex could not say what could happen and could not. None can understand a mind as large as a galaxy, and few could even comprehend the workings of the sixth dimensional being they traveled through. There were those who had gone mad staring at the songs of the Overcosm.
Karakael turned to the other young man.
"So it would be acceptable if those left behind were the ones that sold the body to the Necro-Factories?" A pause. "My parents once tried to kill me for that very reason. I was worth more to them dead than alive." Another pause.
"Not everyone lives idyllic lives in worlds without strife or conflict. You may judge my galaxy as harshly as you please, but until you have lived in a world where hunger and pain are the only options, or have attempted to fix such a world only to fail and fail again, or have tried to shoulder all of humanities burdens, I highly doubt you have any right to shove your innocent morality down upon us."
Karakael spoke matter-of-factly, as if he had this conversation on a regular basis. Which was quite true. One became rather irritated after so many judged his galaxy to be so evil, and yet were blind to their own universes faults.
"You may consider Ton Elloran evil, but remember that he is the only Inquestor innocent enough to even listen to your words. You would do well to remember that what is true in your world is not necessarily true on ours. Nor will it be true on many of the several billion planets in the Dispersal of Man. It is far easier to be righteously outraged when one is not shackled with the burden of Compassion necessary to govern a galaxy as large as this one."
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If one unfocused ones mind and knew enough history it could be possible to guess at the events that whirled and twisted around them. Yet here in the place where the future and past mixed nothing was for certain. Even the inhabitants of this beautiful vortex could not say what could happen and could not. None can understand a mind as large as a galaxy, and few could even comprehend the workings of the sixth dimensional being they traveled through. There were those who had gone mad staring at the songs of the Overcosm.
Karakael turned to the other young man.
"So it would be acceptable if those left behind were the ones that sold the body to the Necro-Factories?" A pause. "My parents once tried to kill me for that very reason. I was worth more to them dead than alive." Another pause.
"Not everyone lives idyllic lives in worlds without strife or conflict. You may judge my galaxy as harshly as you please, but until you have lived in a world where hunger and pain are the only options, or have attempted to fix such a world only to fail and fail again, or have tried to shoulder all of humanities burdens, I highly doubt you have any right to shove your innocent morality down upon us."
Karakael spoke matter-of-factly, as if he had this conversation on a regular basis. Which was quite true. One became rather irritated after so many judged his galaxy to be so evil, and yet were blind to their own universes faults.
"You may consider Ton Elloran evil, but remember that he is the only Inquestor innocent enough to even listen to your words. You would do well to remember that what is true in your world is not necessarily true on ours. Nor will it be true on many of the several billion planets in the Dispersal of Man. It is far easier to be righteously outraged when one is not shackled with the burden of Compassion necessary to govern a galaxy as large as this one."