Death is rather used to his offer of seating not being taken.
"I did not make anyone die. Just as I did not force your overlay to kill Altaïr. MALBOLGE's mien is more suited to murder than mine ever will be."
He eyes Matthew for a moment, a concerned frown on his face, before he stands and approaches, his hands carefully resting behind his back.
"I am not saying Miss Arrows lied. I am saying she is only telling the truth in part, to cover her lover's leather-clad arse, if you'll pardon the expression. I wanted to ensure the Travelers did not interrupt the game again, for fear that either Pendu or Abaddon would upset the delicate balance of power we Arcana have amongst ourselves. Zie is the one who demanded blood for the Traveler's punishment. So the two of us agreed upon Moebius, and the rest of our kind who condoned such punishment consented."
He gives a soft sigh, then, clearly displeased with the memories this brings with it. "When you are sent on a Jaunt, either your subconscious attaches itself to a compatible host of that world... that is, Infiltration... or your consciousness is uploaded into an ectoplasmic body and sent out into the world, meaning Investigation." He draws his hand up and a small ball of clear, gelatinous substance appears in his hands.
"The theory was that, given your physical bodies were not in any danger, you would be out of harm's way. And further, when you Travelers regenerated after death at the beginning, you would not suffer as many psychological effects as you had in previous Jaunts. You must understand one thing, sirs. I did not expect the aftermath. Copying your consciousness to new bodies in such rapid succession caused memory errors, lingering effects... it is a shame what I learned about the mortal mind that Jaunt. And I cannot in good conscience condone such atrocities again, now that I know what effect they have on you. Such a Jaunt had never been attempted, previously to this round."
Mortimer makes the ball of ectoplasm disappear, as he bows his head solemnly. "I will be the first to admit I was wrong. About all of it. But I am not the one solely responsible for that massacre of a Jaunt. I intend never to let such a massacre happen again."
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"I did not make anyone die. Just as I did not force your overlay to kill Altaïr. MALBOLGE's mien is more suited to murder than mine ever will be."
He eyes Matthew for a moment, a concerned frown on his face, before he stands and approaches, his hands carefully resting behind his back.
"I am not saying Miss Arrows lied. I am saying she is only telling the truth in part, to cover her lover's leather-clad arse, if you'll pardon the expression. I wanted to ensure the Travelers did not interrupt the game again, for fear that either Pendu or Abaddon would upset the delicate balance of power we Arcana have amongst ourselves. Zie is the one who demanded blood for the Traveler's punishment. So the two of us agreed upon Moebius, and the rest of our kind who condoned such punishment consented."
He gives a soft sigh, then, clearly displeased with the memories this brings with it. "When you are sent on a Jaunt, either your subconscious attaches itself to a compatible host of that world... that is, Infiltration... or your consciousness is uploaded into an ectoplasmic body and sent out into the world, meaning Investigation." He draws his hand up and a small ball of clear, gelatinous substance appears in his hands.
"The theory was that, given your physical bodies were not in any danger, you would be out of harm's way. And further, when you Travelers regenerated after death at the beginning, you would not suffer as many psychological effects as you had in previous Jaunts. You must understand one thing, sirs. I did not expect the aftermath. Copying your consciousness to new bodies in such rapid succession caused memory errors, lingering effects... it is a shame what I learned about the mortal mind that Jaunt. And I cannot in good conscience condone such atrocities again, now that I know what effect they have on you. Such a Jaunt had never been attempted, previously to this round."
Mortimer makes the ball of ectoplasm disappear, as he bows his head solemnly. "I will be the first to admit I was wrong. About all of it. But I am not the one solely responsible for that massacre of a Jaunt. I intend never to let such a massacre happen again."