[Well, out of anyone from his world Richard might as well be the safest person to criticize god to. Aside from Buckingham, of course, who wholeheartedly spoke against the divine entity. Whether their god was good or bad, Richard didn't know and he didn't feel it to be in his place to question it either. It was just something that was -- a power that he would defy and obtain for himself.]
We mortals are foolish, flawed and blind compared to God. It is our duty to prove ourselves worthy of His love by repenting and resisting the temptations that devil will put in front of you. Unless we wish our souls to be lost in the eternal damnation once we leave the bodily world.
[Now, how did this world play into that divine play? Was it supposed to be part of his punishment for his transgressions? Or another temptation he ought to overcome? Well, if it was latter Richard definitely already failed the test. Not that he cared much for penance or begging forgiveness from source which would never grant it.
However, while he might not care about questioning the validity of God the critique towards his other half is not tolerated as much. Richard's eyes narrow and lips press together into a disapproving line. Well.. He supposes it is no wonder that Silco would not understand the true depths and nature of his relationship to the other duke.]
And you're saying that you wouldn't do the same for your own cause? Would you not also sacrifice everything there is to see your dreams to become reality. [Richard had already spilled so much blood for the sake of the crown. From both enemies and friends. There is nothing too sacred. Surely Silco would understand the necessity of it? And agree that there is no point in clinging on the dead weight.
A small chuckle escaped from his lips at the vague threat towards his companion.] Make sure to give him a good run, then. [He hums back, eating the last strawberry from his palm. Of course, Richard cherishes Whitey far too much to ever allow any real harm to come him. And he trusts Silco to realize that.]
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Date: 2024-08-16 12:51 pm (UTC)We mortals are foolish, flawed and blind compared to God. It is our duty to prove ourselves worthy of His love by repenting and resisting the temptations that devil will put in front of you. Unless we wish our souls to be lost in the eternal damnation once we leave the bodily world.
[Now, how did this world play into that divine play? Was it supposed to be part of his punishment for his transgressions? Or another temptation he ought to overcome? Well, if it was latter Richard definitely already failed the test. Not that he cared much for penance or begging forgiveness from source which would never grant it.
However, while he might not care about questioning the validity of God the critique towards his other half is not tolerated as much. Richard's eyes narrow and lips press together into a disapproving line. Well.. He supposes it is no wonder that Silco would not understand the true depths and nature of his relationship to the other duke.]
And you're saying that you wouldn't do the same for your own cause? Would you not also sacrifice everything there is to see your dreams to become reality. [Richard had already spilled so much blood for the sake of the crown. From both enemies and friends. There is nothing too sacred. Surely Silco would understand the necessity of it? And agree that there is no point in clinging on the dead weight.
A small chuckle escaped from his lips at the vague threat towards his companion.] Make sure to give him a good run, then. [He hums back, eating the last strawberry from his palm. Of course, Richard cherishes Whitey far too much to ever allow any real harm to come him. And he trusts Silco to realize that.]