Seats lie friendly in what remains from the light of day. After a while, when the hall seemed to be empty, a voice came from the end where there was but one who remained sitting. Listening until there were no signs of life around them. Choosing not to get up would be no choice at all.
' I'm beginning to think you may be obsessed with me, Geto-san. '
'' That's another way how to describe interest. ''
A mantra is absorbed much better with frequent repetition, but interest with sporadic it, depending on when focus is captured the best. He knew he couldn't win the man over with a single conversation. But if he could plant the seeds of curiosity and ambition, nurture them over time … Well, Geto was a patient man. He could afford to play the long game if it meant achieving his ultimate goal.
The mysterious visitor ( who appeared several times before ) seemed to be naturally exhibiting interest in other cultures as beings in higher realities; concepts that are woven together, myths that have some significance, voiced by man-made sounds in mortal stories.
The false prophet wanted the Sorcerers to rise as sacred creations brought into this world to live a life of abundance and fulfillment and realize they are powerful beings, capable of moving the tides of their own life and not surviving and crouching for scraps of food. How selfish such vision could be for seeking rare consistency? Still, he had minimal expectations majority would understand severity of such matter and consider it only unattainable idyll, and it was fine, he had no interest to subject all facts to prefabricated set of interpretations though everyone had different motives and goals if they chose to participate and he had yet to meticulously research Miguel's.
Trying to lead my cognitive dissonance astray?
Very well then ...
One of them must stay ultimately conscious to not get too caught up in gaslighting between faiths instead, he will stray through the avenue of human psychology. Geto's lips curled into a faint smile at Miguel's pointed question, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and determination. After standing up, he took a few slow, deliberate steps closer, the sound of his footfalls echoing through the now-empty lecture hall.
" Promises? I don't like to offer mere words, so not today, if it's up to your complacency, I came to ask how are you and how things fare, even Sorcerers need others to keep checking up on their well-being. ''
He listened intently to the fragment of narrative, somewhat enjoying the comfort of tale without discomfort of thought.
" A formidable figure, indeed, " he mused, his voice tinged with admiring curiosity, " I can sense there are some parallels to explore in very presence that heralds such raw, unbridled power -- the unyielding drive to reshape the world, to bring order from chaos, no matter the cost. It's a shame that such might is confined to the realm of legend. " -- don't you think? Another thing almost slipped him: In our world, it is we sorcerers who must take up the mantle of divine authority.
" But tell me more, " he walked to the foreign figures, statues, and other artifacts likely brought in for the lecture and pondered aloud when stopping in front of one of them, " I wonder if your gods are merciful ... which one is that mostly calls to you? "
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