[ She shakes her head. That she could divine the future had been a well-guarded secret, only known to herself, Addam, and two others. It was only that: power. Raw power that could come with holding a relic supposedly gifted to the Architect.
How does she convey this? ]
...Just power. [ Status, the want to change the world, or to protect it comes second to that. ] None hurt me. [ She closes her eyes, hesitant. He needs to know.
So with a heaviness, she finally admits: ] But we hurt them, those unworthy who sought to claim us.
[ —Even members of Addam’s own family, until she had finally been passed to him. Not that at the time she can accurately say they were themselves. They hadn’t been human in any sense of the word. Everything had been— abrupt, automatic: others tried, and they were violently rejected.
She hadn't feared hurting others then. She hadn't felt anything at all. Now, she does. ]
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How does she convey this? ]
...Just power. [ Status, the want to change the world, or to protect it comes second to that. ] None hurt me. [ She closes her eyes, hesitant. He needs to know.
So with a heaviness, she finally admits: ] But we hurt them, those unworthy who sought to claim us.
[ —Even members of Addam’s own family, until she had finally been passed to him. Not that at the time she can accurately say they were themselves. They hadn’t been human in any sense of the word. Everything had been— abrupt, automatic: others tried, and they were violently rejected.
She hadn't feared hurting others then. She hadn't felt anything at all. Now, she does. ]