"We don't go insane," Mac answers, looking up from another sip at the wine. He wasn't sure how far into the nature of his world Korrin wanted him to go, but trying to simplify it with other people seemed to have the opposite desired result. Being direct at least meant there was less to comprehend after the fact.
"We're...I don't know. Like a mass-produced product designed for a single purpose...No. Hang on, I'll coem up with a better analogy," he mutters, taking a long swallow and setting the wine aside to inside press his fingertips against his temples.
"Okay. We - Guardians - are like swords. A sword is a sword, no matter what. It can be used for a lot of things from killing to cutting food or whatever, but it's always a sword. It's made a sword, it stays a sword, it doesn't ever think about being anything other than a sword. That's us. That's Guardians. Well...usually. There's always exceptions. But we don't go crazy because we don't think about all those other things. We pursue stuff, have our own personalities, get hobbies. Whatever. But there's never a negative impact on us for just doing what we were fashioned for. The sword doesn't go crazy because it's only ever used for one thing."
He pauses, glancing side to side before smiling crookedly and shrugging.
"I have no idea if that makes any sense to anyone but me. Oh well," he sniffs, shrugging again a few times, shoulders bouncing as he closes both hands around his wine, which at some point became empty. Odd...
"Actually yeah, we've got something that looks and acts really, really close to your demons, which is why I was super confused when I fell into the water and got tossed right into combat. Just felt like any other day back home. We call them different things back home, but it's all the same. Evil is evil is evil, right? The Darkness is ambiguous, but universal."
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"We're...I don't know. Like a mass-produced product designed for a single purpose...No. Hang on, I'll coem up with a better analogy," he mutters, taking a long swallow and setting the wine aside to inside press his fingertips against his temples.
"Okay. We - Guardians - are like swords. A sword is a sword, no matter what. It can be used for a lot of things from killing to cutting food or whatever, but it's always a sword. It's made a sword, it stays a sword, it doesn't ever think about being anything other than a sword. That's us. That's Guardians. Well...usually. There's always exceptions. But we don't go crazy because we don't think about all those other things. We pursue stuff, have our own personalities, get hobbies. Whatever. But there's never a negative impact on us for just doing what we were fashioned for. The sword doesn't go crazy because it's only ever used for one thing."
He pauses, glancing side to side before smiling crookedly and shrugging.
"I have no idea if that makes any sense to anyone but me. Oh well," he sniffs, shrugging again a few times, shoulders bouncing as he closes both hands around his wine, which at some point became empty. Odd...
"Actually yeah, we've got something that looks and acts really, really close to your demons, which is why I was super confused when I fell into the water and got tossed right into combat. Just felt like any other day back home. We call them different things back home, but it's all the same. Evil is evil is evil, right? The Darkness is ambiguous, but universal."