[ Orpheus takes the page and glances over it, before wrinkling his nose at it and tossing it into the fire. ]
I know gods don't... see things the same way we do. Play by the same rules we do. I've known that my whole life. Mom and Mister Hermes told me the stories, the good ones and the bad ones. But. Something has to be able to make them see that they can't treat us like this.
[ What was it Mumble kept saying, about the Wizard? ]
If we just... appeal to their better nature. [ He says it quietly, like he's not entirely sure of the idea himself. But it's all he has. ]
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[ Orpheus takes the page and glances over it, before wrinkling his nose at it and tossing it into the fire. ]
I know gods don't... see things the same way we do. Play by the same rules we do. I've known that my whole life. Mom and Mister Hermes told me the stories, the good ones and the bad ones. But. Something has to be able to make them see that they can't treat us like this.
[ What was it Mumble kept saying, about the Wizard? ]
If we just... appeal to their better nature. [ He says it quietly, like he's not entirely sure of the idea himself. But it's all he has. ]