0089. Quetzalcoatl or Quixote? [video]
[The feed is turned on and the device tumbled a moment as Quetzalcoatl finds the best spot to prop it on. When he is satisfied, he steps backward to show the Barge his full, though scrawny, resplendance, complete with paint (the Doctor will not be happy to see the state of the TARDIS wardrobe when all of this is over). For a brief moment, he gazes solemnly to the screen before he begins.]
Coyolxauhqui! My precious sister. I have found this path you take to be wrong. These mortals, these children are not warriors. Their ways are not ours. They do not understand why you are here, why they are held, why we walk amongst them. This Time and Space that we travel in is not ours; the stars that fade and rise above are not ours. There is no Sun here to accept your offering. There is no honour for our children here, no exaltation. Their hearts are unfit, their spirits wrought with fear.
[And now, he kneels. There'd be a violin here if he didn't take himself so seriously.]
I would offer myself in their stead. My heart is strong, eternal, quenching... a reflection of itself, true to the nature of Monotzontli, my gracious brother, who has offered himself with me. The blood that will drain from these will create a river to carry you home, and my tidal wind will take the rest of us. Our children here may blossom, and remember this day that you have shown them mercy.
(( OOC note: no, you don't have to scramble to Wiki to find Monotzontli. It's sort of a pet name. ))
Coyolxauhqui! My precious sister. I have found this path you take to be wrong. These mortals, these children are not warriors. Their ways are not ours. They do not understand why you are here, why they are held, why we walk amongst them. This Time and Space that we travel in is not ours; the stars that fade and rise above are not ours. There is no Sun here to accept your offering. There is no honour for our children here, no exaltation. Their hearts are unfit, their spirits wrought with fear.
[And now, he kneels. There'd be a violin here if he didn't take himself so seriously.]
I would offer myself in their stead. My heart is strong, eternal, quenching... a reflection of itself, true to the nature of Monotzontli, my gracious brother, who has offered himself with me. The blood that will drain from these will create a river to carry you home, and my tidal wind will take the rest of us. Our children here may blossom, and remember this day that you have shown them mercy.
(( OOC note: no, you don't have to scramble to Wiki to find Monotzontli. It's sort of a pet name. ))