"Instead of a weapon trapped in stone..." He says that, quietly and almost inaudibly under his breath.
It's...such a concept. The very thing they were all fighting for, was it not? That they might free mankind from the shackles of magic and its blood price. From Ultima's vision of the world, from everything that robbed them from their own choices, from their own ability to live as themselvesβto be human. Unlike most Dominants, Dion had awoken as an infant, and so his entire life was dictated by being this equally coveted and reviled thing. Something to exploit, something to be used. His body didn't belong to him, his life was not his own. His pain and servitude would pave the way to peace and prosperity for his nation, or so that was what he was told.
His lot was to secure Sanbreque everything it needed. Land, resources, safety, power.
Dion knew since he was a child that he would die never to grasp the joys of life that others would garner from his suffering, from the suffering he would cause to secure their bliss. Their serenity. For as much as he allowed him the indulgence of Terence's love and company, he never allowed himself even the thought of marriage, or a family, or anything that would give him hope for a future. He knew such a thing was beyond someone like him. For this divine gift was there a trade: his right to his humanity and that implies. But, if it was his life that could afford them such security and safety, isn't that a fair price to pay? Was he not chosen for that very purpose?
The answer has become a resounding no, and there's a lot that has been shaken within his core the more he's learned of the truth of their world, yet he's been molded the way he is. One does not so easily escape their roots, even if they are not fully defined by them. So, even now being given this reprieve, it leaves him feeling so besides himself and twisted.
Yet...yet...
"...You are right." He acquiesces finally, his (Angeal's) voice heavy with emotion and husky from the crying. "I shall take this blessing for what it is, allow myself the clarity it affords, and reflect. But, I fear for youβI know what you are suffering..."
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It's...such a concept. The very thing they were all fighting for, was it not? That they might free mankind from the shackles of magic and its blood price. From Ultima's vision of the world, from everything that robbed them from their own choices, from their own ability to live as themselvesβto be human. Unlike most Dominants, Dion had awoken as an infant, and so his entire life was dictated by being this equally coveted and reviled thing. Something to exploit, something to be used. His body didn't belong to him, his life was not his own. His pain and servitude would pave the way to peace and prosperity for his nation, or so that was what he was told.
His lot was to secure Sanbreque everything it needed. Land, resources, safety, power.
Dion knew since he was a child that he would die never to grasp the joys of life that others would garner from his suffering, from the suffering he would cause to secure their bliss. Their serenity. For as much as he allowed him the indulgence of Terence's love and company, he never allowed himself even the thought of marriage, or a family, or anything that would give him hope for a future. He knew such a thing was beyond someone like him. For this divine gift was there a trade: his right to his humanity and that implies. But, if it was his life that could afford them such security and safety, isn't that a fair price to pay? Was he not chosen for that very purpose?
The answer has become a resounding no, and there's a lot that has been shaken within his core the more he's learned of the truth of their world, yet he's been molded the way he is. One does not so easily escape their roots, even if they are not fully defined by them. So, even now being given this reprieve, it leaves him feeling so besides himself and twisted.
Yet...yet...
"...You are right." He acquiesces finally, his (Angeal's) voice heavy with emotion and husky from the crying. "I shall take this blessing for what it is, allow myself the clarity it affords, and reflect. But, I fear for youβI know what you are suffering..."