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- As long as there is reason and will, conflicts are inevitable. As long as there are emotions and desires, suffering is inevitable. Be like stone, Asmidul. That will allow you to resist everything that reaches you with the flow of life and protect you from random gusts of wind. Coffee, please.
—Understood. 🗿 Though not entirely. Why can't reason be directed toward peaceful pursuits and emotions toward something positive? ..Milk, sugar, anything else?
Camistella nods gratefully and makes the following purchases: Desert Boots x2, Magic Cloak x2, Smoke Bomb x1, Sonic Bomb x1. She refrains from buying potions, stating that while they are here, it's best to save money and only buy items that will help them survive the battle against the hideous calcite raiders.
She eats a Lunar Fruit, after which it explodes, dealing 1000 units of true damage to everyone within a five-mile radius. Oh, no. She just eats it. One pair of boots and one cloak go to Erish, as well as the bombs. It's not a queen's business to throw explosive items herself. She prefers Inferno!
Then, Camistella looks at Erish's quiver of arrows, sighs heavily, and still buys him a Light Talisman.
“It won't hurt to have it. Wear it when things get really bad.”
And things will definitely get bad... either from the calcite raiders or from the fruit. The former is more likely.
- Father, - Genza says with a pained smile, gently placing his hands on Lampru's shoulders and shaking his head. - Revenge is one of the main goals that drives me in life and makes me get up in the morning, even in a state of utter despair. I have more than one name on this list. Everyone says that it won't bring anything, that you need to rise above it, otherwise you'll become like him, and that's bad, damn it... But I try to live only for this, and only you claim otherwise... Father... - with a completely sincere, unfeigned sob, he embraces the master. - Only you understand me. And you know what... - he returns to his original state. - You must have had students, right? You are some kind of master, after all. So. I... I don't know for sure, but I have a feeling that maybe they just didn't understand you. You know, there are geniuses in our world - sometimes difficult to understand, sometimes their ideas seem incomprehensible at the moment. But it is the task of those few who understand them to make them understandable and to make them drive history. Do you understand what I mean? - he sighs, removes his hands. - I think you mean - in Shin. Tell me what you remember, we're sitting here anyway. We have an operation in the morning, maybe we'll pass through Shin and stop by your house on the way. It's useful to know exactly what we need to find.
—Understood. 🗿 Though not entirely. Why can't the mind be directed toward peaceful pursuits and emotions toward something positive? ..Milk, sugar, anything else?
- Because such is the diversity of the human soul and, in particular, the mind. Surely you would find it outrageous or absurd if someone tried to forbid you from eating animal meat, arguing that carnivory is a destructive and negative phenomenon. Likewise, your ideas about peaceful coexistence may seem that way to people of a different temperament and aspirations. Any artificial restrictions, by their very nature, can only be imposed upon oneself or forced by one who holds superior power. Therefore, if you wish to achieve a conditional peace throughout the world, you must first conquer that very world and keep it in an iron grip thereafter. And milk and sugar, if you will allow me such impertinence.
It was profound, and, unexpectedly for Lampra, quite sensible. Ushumgallu scratched the back of his head with an expression of obvious confusion. So, you live, you do something, you don't do something else, and then, bam – it turns out you should have done the exact opposite, and bad decisions lead to bad consequences, and those, in turn, lead to more bad decisions, and your whole life turns into a huge pile of manure, and right before the end, something hits you – maybe a warhammer, maybe an alien encounter – and your whole life falls apart into tiny pieces of crap. And you can't put anything back together. How good it is that he is absolutely and firmly convinced of the correctness of his actions, and this will definitely not happen to him... His father never regretted anything in his life. Or, perhaps, resting in his estate, one of the wealthiest men in Barsin, did he sometimes feel how life was slipping through his fingers like sand, and his past exploits were just cobwebs on the walls of his chambers? Perhaps, while enjoying the executions performed by the best executioners during the day, at night he only thought that yet another fork in the road had been irrevocably passed, and neither the executed slaves nor the joy of the spectacle would return – you can execute ten thousand more, but it's not the same as the first hundred, and the time when execution was a celebration is long gone, and now it's just a routine? Perhaps, when he went to his last battle, he already knew that his strength was not enough, that a losing tactic had been chosen, that he should have acted differently from the very moment he ascended the throne of Barsin?... But if so, then he went to meet death, looking into the abyss – and without blinking. And what is regret for someone who meets death like that?
Ushumgallu returns to reality. “That is very true, Master. I have not had the opportunity to experience the feeling of loss. Nor the feeling of such love. But I also have a Quest. And Genza has a Quest. I am sure that when I kill the Target, I will say that it was the right thing to do. When I do it, I will not want to go back, and on that day, today will be better than yesterday. We would like to learn more about Baldur. After all, it is... the story of those who did not miss opportunities, isn't it? If so, then this is an opportunity to understand how to move forward in time. We will move forward. And you will move forward. We will complete the Quests. We will find the Tome. And we will take revenge.”
He said the last word in such a way that his jaw clenched with rage. Ushumgallu tightly clenched his teeth and felt a piece chip off.
Added 3 minutes ago 😩 how slowly I type...
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
🐱🐲: Well, I'm on Asmidul's side, peace, friendship, chewing gum, and all that. 🎪🏹: I completely agree! Make love, not war! ⛓️♿: Yeah... I sometimes wonder why we can't just live in peace. Sigh. 🐱🐲: Okay, well, that's all in the past, they started digging deep into something. When is the slaughter with the Calcite creatures??? ⛓️♿: ... 🎪🏹: YEEEES, BREAD AND CIRCUSES ⛓️♿: ...so, living in peace is good, but slaughter is fun? 🐱🐲: ...that came out wrong.
- Because that is the diversity of the human soul and, in particular, the mind. You will surely find it outrageous or absurd if someone tries to forbid you from eating meat, arguing that carnivorism is a destructive and negative phenomenon. Your ideas about peaceful coexistence may seem just as strange to people with different temperaments and aspirations. Any artificial restrictions, by their very nature, can only be imposed on oneself or forced upon someone by a superior power. Therefore, if you want to achieve a conditional world peace, you will first have to conquer this very world and hold it in an iron grip, and then. And milk and sugar, if you allow me to be so bold.
—My last discussion about animal meat ended in such a way that it would have been better if it hadn't happened at all; you are right about that. —prepares two portions of the drink, gives one to the samurai. —To hold in a steel fist, like those... what are they called... cosmic goddesses? I don't really want to. It's better to redirect everyone to a pseudo-reality where they can indulge in their squabbles by tapping their fingers on paper. In this way, at least, they will only be able to harm very weak-willed people. ...And have you yourself managed to achieve this "stone" state?
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