i have fallen into critical role hell, help

Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth.

Context.

His apology:

Cooking up another laudna sketch because I’m feeling normal abt her rn

Now he has a home that's warm, and lived in, an absolute MESS, where guests are allowed to wander freely. Where there is tea and stale cookies and the touches of his friends; where he takes off his mantle and dons the scarf of the man he loves because it smells like him and it isn't quite *home* without him.

Ayden: "I didn't want Father to be right. I wanted to save them."

Sarenrae: "I did, too."

He looks at Asmodeus' form on the floor.

Ayden: "Why must it always be like this?"

Asmodeus: "Don't shed your tears. Don't shed your tears. I wanted us to be together and you chose them. You think you're a little boy, but you are a scrap of skin. You had a chance for us to be family and now we're something else. I HATE YOU AND I ALWAYS WILL. From now until the stars twinkle out of the sky into darkness! Forever."

Pelor: "Do not lie to me!"

people carved trenches 3,000 years ago and filled them with chalk in the shape of a horse but what’s interesting is that if you fail to maintain the horse by adding new chalk regularly, it will disappear. for 3,000 years, we’ve been filling in chalk in this horse so it doesn’t disappear.

we’ll never know what the purpose of the horse was originally. we’ll never know if it had ritual or spiritual significance or if it was just art. but we do know that people maintained it then, and, even though the meaning of the horse has long been lost to time, we continue to maintain it now.

the people who made this horse are long dead, but they live through us still, don’t you think?

I will keep your promise. I will be worthy.

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