XVII → His Days Are As Grass

[one_that_leads]

How strange.
Years pass overnight.

A curse, but still.

Hmn. I feel no different.
Some do. And look different too.

Heh. Like prophecy. Like seeing the future.

But it reminds one how fleeting life can be.

And the world goes on.

Unaffected--so I have things to do.

[ooc: Katan's like...antediluvian. It's canon...if they had a Flood in the

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[againstgod]

If we were affected, we would be dust.

((OOC: They probably had a Flood since God was an ass and TOTALLY his style. At least "Katan" is younger than Rosiel or Alexiel *g*)).

[one_that_leads]

If we were mortal, we would be dust.

Perhaps that's it.

[ooc: Katan's been awake for longer, though >3]

[againstgod]

What is it?

((OOC: MEANIE D: That was beauty sleep.)).

[one_that_leads]

Perhaps that's why we're not affected.

[ooc: "Ahhh 1845 was a wonderful year, wasn't it?--oh wait...you don't remember it." They don't need beauty sleep.]

[one_of_heaven]

What does not last is not worth the bother.

[one_that_leads]

Still.

They are capable of so much.
They--
I used them to free you.

[one_of_heaven]

Ah. Immortality via what? Physical reproduction? The reproduction of their ideas? The reproduction of their desire for virtue?

And suppose these are achieved, somehow, somewhere. How long will they last? How long until all ideologies change?

Nonsense. Humans are ugly and fickle and dull.

[one_that_leads]

Perhaps it's their brevity that makes them significant.