[He comes to the base of a tree, trudging through fallen leaves, and just looks down at another little patch of mushrooms growing here without really looking at them.
. . . What does he say? What does he even feel? Kadoc had had mixed feelings on Da Vinci: she falls into that Genius Mage category he feels complicated about and always will. But, at the same time, she'd always been simpler to deal with than most, by virtue of existing entirely outside of modern mage society's politics. She was no Wodime, deeply entrenched in the Clock Tower. She was a spirit, already long dead, simply borrowing this world for her work the same way it was borrowing her for her genius. Mourning a Servant is always a different feeling.
Not that he hasn't. Boy, has he ever.
But she had always been honest in her superiority, and that had been refreshing. She looked down on Kadoc like all mages do, but openly, and equally along with everyone else. She never singled him out as especially pathetic. From her perspective, he wasn't, and he'd known and appreciated the cold comfort that was.
She knew . . . yeah. Of course she did. She must despise Kadoc now, but that's fine. It's not like he can blame her for it. He'd chosen that path.
And Fujimaru . . . he doesn't exactly have the right to comfort her, either. What is he supposed to say? "Sorry about that time our invasion, which I was in on, brutally murdered your Acting Director, a woman I'd known and trusted for years?" And leaving that context out isn't fair. . . . It's pointless to make any overture here, anyway.]
. . . He's brutal. I know that's rich coming from me. I'm not trying to pin this on him when it's on me too. I'm just saying, as a statement of truth, that priest is on some unimaginable level of inhumanity. His whole situation was a mess that not even I figured out until he took pity on me and told me.
I'm not surprised he went that far. That was the mission. I'm more surprised you got away at all.
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. . . What does he say? What does he even feel? Kadoc had had mixed feelings on Da Vinci: she falls into that Genius Mage category he feels complicated about and always will. But, at the same time, she'd always been simpler to deal with than most, by virtue of existing entirely outside of modern mage society's politics. She was no Wodime, deeply entrenched in the Clock Tower. She was a spirit, already long dead, simply borrowing this world for her work the same way it was borrowing her for her genius. Mourning a Servant is always a different feeling.
Not that he hasn't. Boy, has he ever.
But she had always been honest in her superiority, and that had been refreshing. She looked down on Kadoc like all mages do, but openly, and equally along with everyone else. She never singled him out as especially pathetic. From her perspective, he wasn't, and he'd known and appreciated the cold comfort that was.
She knew . . . yeah. Of course she did. She must despise Kadoc now, but that's fine. It's not like he can blame her for it. He'd chosen that path.
And Fujimaru . . . he doesn't exactly have the right to comfort her, either. What is he supposed to say? "Sorry about that time our invasion, which I was in on, brutally murdered your Acting Director, a woman I'd known and trusted for years?" And leaving that context out isn't fair. . . . It's pointless to make any overture here, anyway.]
. . . He's brutal. I know that's rich coming from me. I'm not trying to pin this on him when it's on me too. I'm just saying, as a statement of truth, that priest is on some unimaginable level of inhumanity. His whole situation was a mess that not even I figured out until he took pity on me and told me.
I'm not surprised he went that far. That was the mission. I'm more surprised you got away at all.