Godling narrowed his eyes and folded his arms, looking like his glare could eat a hole right through Ryoh.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not going to torture you. You’re not mine to make that decision for, and even if you were I don’t really like doing that to hosts anyway. We were made to work together, not to fight each other.”
“When I offered to be your friend I meant it. I’m a God, I can do a lot of things to help you and make you happy. But I’ll only do it if you man up and come to grips with the purpose you were made for. You’re not like other humans. You’re special. You’re above them.”
“To claim that would be a betrayal of my players,” Ryoh protested. “I don’t want to have been made for a purpose. I want to have been made because I’m me. You - you’re talking like Zorc again.” He shook his head, throat tight. “You can’t make me happy by hurting people. That’s my ‘purpose,’ right? To be taken over by someone else and to hurt people. I don’t want that and I’ll never agree to that!”
“There’s that entitlement again. You think you get to choose how and why you were made? Do you think you’re better than doing your duty like everyone else is?” He scoffed and smoothed his scarf. “Well, I am his creation.”
“And no, your mission is to help people. Different people. For someone who likes making game stories and lore so much you don’t seem to know any of your own.”
Again, something plainly false that Ryoh stood no chance of arguing against.
“I’m not going to ‘help someone’ hurt someone,” he said tightly. “You’re not going to convince me. So what else are you going to do to me?”
He wasn’t looking for punishment. If they had a confrontation now, Ryoh wouldn’t have to worry about it lurking around every corner.
“Right. Because that’s exactly what I meant.” Godling glared, the room darkening as his anger drew out shadows. Maybe he was foolish to have hope, every time he tried to reach out it was thrown back in his face
“You’re the eternal victim in everything and everyone else is a bunch of evil dark monsters who only exist to hurt people, is that it? How predictable. You’re more like my host than I thought, and that’s not a good thing. How many times have I ever done anything other than talk to you?”
“If I were a victim, why would I bother trying to protect anyone?” Ryoh bit back. “You’re talking by threatening to stalk me! You’re demanding I act like a servant! I have never, ever, taken up space in someone’s life without regretting it. I have never made anyone responsible for me!” He left anyone the moment he thought he was a danger. He’d lived on the streets because he didn’t want to impose. Ryoh had refused to play that role no matter how much people tried to thrust it on him.
“Don’t project on me. Don’t talk about things you have no knowledge of. If all you want to do is talk, consider this the end of the conversation!”
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