Is that what the Red Gaze told you? It's not entirely wrong, but I would argue the true curse is the system and people who rule it. That's why it has to be dismantled, so it can be rebuilt from a steady, healthy foundation rather than the rotting one it currently sits on.
But ah, that I think that way isn't really a secret. [ He reaches for one of her hands if she'll allow it. ]
Vergilius is the Overseer for a group of workers, called Sinners. Their mission is to obtain all the Golden Boughs, pieces of an object that can make the impossible possible, can distort time and reality itself. One of those Sinner is a woman I'm quite fond of, Rodya. She used to be part of the Yurodiviye, the group I lead—but she left rather than face the sin she committed. I met her and the rest of the Sinners just before being brought here, and I was hoping that she had the mark.
There is something coming, and no one and nothing can stop it. But there are a select group who will lead, who are chosen. We can identify each other, even if only by instinct when we're not yet accustomed to it. She wasn't one of them, despite her innermost desire to be special above all else.
I gave them the Bough rather than fight them for it, even if I was sent there to retrieve it. Doubtlessly, this irritates the Red Gaze to no end, as he's in my debt technically speaking. But it was an act of charity for the impoverished and—giving a starving man a lone piece of bread hardly does much other than ensure he lives just one more day.
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But ah, that I think that way isn't really a secret. [ He reaches for one of her hands if she'll allow it. ]
Vergilius is the Overseer for a group of workers, called Sinners. Their mission is to obtain all the Golden Boughs, pieces of an object that can make the impossible possible, can distort time and reality itself. One of those Sinner is a woman I'm quite fond of, Rodya. She used to be part of the Yurodiviye, the group I lead—but she left rather than face the sin she committed. I met her and the rest of the Sinners just before being brought here, and I was hoping that she had the mark.
There is something coming, and no one and nothing can stop it. But there are a select group who will lead, who are chosen. We can identify each other, even if only by instinct when we're not yet accustomed to it. She wasn't one of them, despite her innermost desire to be special above all else.
I gave them the Bough rather than fight them for it, even if I was sent there to retrieve it. Doubtlessly, this irritates the Red Gaze to no end, as he's in my debt technically speaking. But it was an act of charity for the impoverished and—giving a starving man a lone piece of bread hardly does much other than ensure he lives just one more day.