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[sunderings]

My thanks, for meeting me here.

[ At the place where Sion called 'home' in this realm, secluded and banking the ocean. Tea awaits the two of them—a God living amongst humans and a human combating the scourge of his own Godhood—a spread which is whimsy, somehow quaint, as it sits beneath the shade of a garden alcove.

Polite to a fault, Sion ensures that his guest takes his seat before doing the same, legs crossed elegantly at the ankles as he goes through the motions of pouring tea (a fragrant, floral blend) and portioning out sweets.

But for however carefree the setting might be, Sion's voice is solemn when he speaks: ]

There are a great many things I have wished to ask of you for quite some time, but I have struggled with finding the proper words for the questions.

[ Giving pause, he lowers his eyes, pale as snow lashes fanning over lambent gold— ] You and I are kindred. Or rather, perhaps we will be so someday soon. Knowing this... is something which terrifies me.

[accordance]

[ It's not hard to tell that Sion has some pressing issue with him, but Lord Light had always chosen to take it as it came. No use pressuring, no use rushing... only to wait. ]

How so? Will you too become timeless?

[ The idea they are likely thinking of is godhood, but he would not ask it so straightly. Such a process comes confusing to him, as it was not possible back home. A god is a god, borne to serve the people, or to serve their own selfish ends. A mortal will not be able to ascend to such a state... but then again, anything is possible in this nexus between worlds. ]

[sunderings]

[ In some ways, the King is less subtle than he would like—how he cannot help it, that the remnants of his heart should be worn upon his sleeve, the questions burgeoning within him threatening to spill out and over even before they've begun with tea. How can you tolerate it?, he wishes to ask, the dispassion, the pervasive cold, the static state of being... how can you tolerate it? How can you tolerate yourself?

But, at the very least, the King is practiced in stifling his own wants down, prioritizing instead the needs of others.

And before they are able to begin in earnest, Lord Light will need to understand him, the King.

The boy.

The coward who is afraid of losing himself. ]

In a manner of speaking.

[ Raising his teacup to his lips, he artfully takes a sip. ]

I am the incarnation of something primordial in my realm, a God of destruction tasked with bringing balance to the Other Realm.

[ … ]

Long have I have wrestled with this entity, a shadow which would have liked to eclipse me; to overtake my body and through it wield a terrible power. This is a threat no longer, I assure you, however--...

[ Pain, it flashes through Sion's golden eyes as a bolt of lightning, there and gone in an instant. ]

...because I prevailed, because I won, I must now ascend to Godhood in that entity's place. I did not know that, in doing so, I would lose my heart; my ability to feel.

[accordance]

[ The deity stays perfectly still while Sion speaks - sparing a few blinks in a human manner as to not fall too deeply into the uncanny valley; but as he does not need to breathe, there is not even the slightest of movement coming from him. He sits as still as a statue, timeless and grave.

And after the other has finished speaking, he does not reply immediately - instead, Sion's pain is reflected in his own eyes, followed by a shroud of sadness; for humans are not gods. The distinction exists for a reason, to traverse one to another would only bring disaster. ]

Humanity and deities are fundamentally different things. To have such a transformation forced upon you... it is injustice of a most profound form.

[ Lord Light steeples his fingers, grey eyes phasing into luminous gold. ]

Transcendence is by nature a concept that souls born as humans cannot comprehend. The ability to see the world as it is, without the constraints of your senses nor your flesh - it is not an ability that is naturally compatible with humanity. I would hypothesise that your ascension [ the word is pronounced a little strangely, as if he's foreign with this particular usage ] is endeavouring to transform your perception into a version that is more in line with that of those who begin as gods.

[ He's about to get a bit verbose at this point. ]

There is a concept that we speak of in our world. It is called ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀsᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀsᴛs. Humans share the capability for emotion with all mortal life. However, emotions shackle the soul's perceptions, blinding it to the reality that exists around us. What you are going through is an unmasking, the exorcising of this curse.

[ Does Sion feel fear? Uncertainty? That all will be gone, when the process is complete. ]

I am not familiar with the gods in your world. Is there a way for you to halt the process?