powersthatbe | Conversation Space: The Ultimax

“I don’t mean bring him here- I mean that should we win this game for you, such meddling cannot reasonably be denied to us as a boon,” Felih says, growling lowly. “If you allow your kin to let this go on as it has, them we too should be given the chance to go back in time, to make things right, to bring back what was once dead.”

“Speaking of time... does meddling with it not completely destroy the current standing of the game? A new player, suddenly in place where they did not exist before? The way it changes the possibilities, the outcomes, the consequences... why hasn’t this upset completely rendered this round as null and void? Why should the game continue, when it has been so blatantly twisted, corrupted, manipulated? I would find it hard to believe that this game could be viable, after so much of its very foundations and rules have been disregarded and disrespected.”

“How could this round finish in any conclusive, satisfactory way?”

"Things are in motion which cannot be so easily stopped, regardless of how the proceedings may have been tainted." No, he is not happy with any of this. "There's far more power at play here than a simple on-off switch could handle, and I am not the only player." There are other Arcana to think of here, not just him. "Have you ever heard the saying, 'two wrongs don't make a right?' Because that's where we stand now. I'll not pile more indiscretions on top of this."

Felih is not pleased with this answer, and certainly not satisfied. There's still a low growl in his throat, but now, he's being motivated by pure spite.

"Fine- have it your way. But I won't let things stay like this," he says, claws curling out into the table. "Are you going to try and make this right, or not? If you will, I'll help you- and if not, I'll find a way to do it myself," he hisses.

Natural law, the natural order, should remain in place.

And if flippantly flouting the natural order is to be allowed to happen, he too should be allowed to reap the benefits! And if not- well. Such spite, such anger- why can they have what I cannot?

Warrior of Light he may be in his own realm, but here, none of that matters. He can be selfish for once. He will be selfish- spiteful, he will do whatever it takes to undo this and throw it all in the faces of the meddling Arcana.

Death considered his words carefully. "I'm going to see to it that nothing like this happens again. And such things have ways of balancing themselves out, one way or another."

Felih's tail keeps flicking and lashing, angry behind him, but he finds that for now, there is nothing more he can do. Like a kit beholden to its sire, Felih finds that he cannot win against the Arcana that yet has dominion over his presence here.

"Balancing themselves out? What kind of circumstance will balance the undoing of death but to bring death back to the things it has touched?"

"Things have a way of balancing out in that manner." Death shakes his head. "It's a cycle, and I can only be cheated so many times."

"Oh? Have you been cheated before, then? How is it that in this domain, which belongs to the Arcana- so far as I am aware, anyways- you can be cheated?" Felih's ears pick up on every word, and his mind is endlessly chasing threads of thought and possibility, tail twitching behind him instead of lashing as his mind shifts gears from anger to curiosity.

"I'd think for now, I've said enough." Nope, not confirming or denying anything. "At any rate, nothing like this should happen ever again." Not if he can help it.

Felih pouts, almost like a kitten who's been denied a treat, or been caught climbing something he shouldn't have. Folding his arms, he huffs.

"A life for a life," Felih warns simply. "It will balance itself out."

But after a sigh, Felih shakes his head.

"...if nothing else, please tell Lady Mei- Empress?- that if she's going to take the rabbits, just take them already. They're running rampant and we can't even hunt them."

That actually gets a smile out of Death. "I can take care of that much openly and honestly, at least."

"Thank the Twelve," Felih sighs in relief. "At least, if nothing else, they won't be making more messes. ...thank you, Mortimer. It seems frustrating to have your tongue bound so, but 'tis even more frustrating for us, left in the dark. We could do so much more for you, if we knew more."

He stands, however, his words carrying a tone of finality, despite the way they could open up further conversation.

The finality agrees with Mortimer, really. "For now, do the best you can with what you have." Because, for now, it's all he can give.

Conversation Space: The Ultimax

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