What about space? What about the stars and the moon?
[Javert's voice is somber, rumbling, and quiet, but it lashes out and seizes Marco like a roar. His grip on his cane tightens, knuckles whitening under the tension, the glow in his eyes flaring to an unspoken threat. He can squeeze out the truth. Don't make him.]
What powers backed this enterprise? What did they ever think to accomplish out there, where their hunger would never be sated except by one another?
[The only conclusion that makes sense to Javert is that they meant puncture to Sea of Stars, part the veil between worlds, and slip out, into the night, away from Ryslig, in some nonsense plan to get away from Madame Fog's inescapable grip. He could conceive that it might do something especially nefarious, with the False God's blessings and cunning mind; he could conceive that it has done something to chase the Fog's influence away from the night, as he's observed, himself. Perhaps it would marry the abominable land, Felfri, even more closely to Ryslig, as Elias and his army would want.
He cannot conceive that it was done for fun. For what the devil was fun about slowly letting oneself go mad aboard a tin can in the sky? Unbelievable.]
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[Javert's voice is somber, rumbling, and quiet, but it lashes out and seizes Marco like a roar. His grip on his cane tightens, knuckles whitening under the tension, the glow in his eyes flaring to an unspoken threat. He can squeeze out the truth. Don't make him.]
What powers backed this enterprise? What did they ever think to accomplish out there, where their hunger would never be sated except by one another?
[The only conclusion that makes sense to Javert is that they meant puncture to Sea of Stars, part the veil between worlds, and slip out, into the night, away from Ryslig, in some nonsense plan to get away from Madame Fog's inescapable grip. He could conceive that it might do something especially nefarious, with the False God's blessings and cunning mind; he could conceive that it has done something to chase the Fog's influence away from the night, as he's observed, himself. Perhaps it would marry the abominable land, Felfri, even more closely to Ryslig, as Elias and his army would want.
He cannot conceive that it was done for fun. For what the devil was fun about slowly letting oneself go mad aboard a tin can in the sky? Unbelievable.]