Perhaps they loved you. The two are very nearly the same thing, for people like me. Like us. You cannot create something wonderful and terrible and destructive without hating and loving it in equal measure. Does a craftsman hate or love the blade he hones?
[A philosophical line of query, the sort of thing Alia would gently indulge in from her warm, sunlit bedroom upstairs. She looks at the door she cannot pass, recalls where she is and sobers.]
People will always attribute death and violence to those who are different. Who they cannot understand. Unless the power is their own. My accusers ride dragons and determine my guilt with their dreams, yet my gifts are evidence of murder. Strange.
Ah. "Right, as the world goes, is only in question between equals in power, while the strong do what they can and the weak suffer what they must." Might makes right. You believe this, Homelander?
no subject
Like us.
You cannot create something wonderful and terrible and destructive without hating and loving it in equal measure. Does a craftsman hate or love the blade he hones?
[A philosophical line of query, the sort of thing Alia would gently indulge in from her warm, sunlit bedroom upstairs. She looks at the door she cannot pass, recalls where she is and sobers.]
People will always attribute death and violence to those who are different. Who they cannot understand.
Unless the power is their own. My accusers ride dragons and determine my guilt with their dreams, yet my gifts are evidence of murder. Strange.
Ah. "Right, as the world goes, is only in question between equals in power, while the strong do what they can and the weak suffer what they must."
Might makes right. You believe this, Homelander?