“ how would it not be, miss roselle? ” how far would she be willing to go for peace, moon so frequently wonders. what is and isn’t punishment / what should and shouldn’t be considered punishment? “ should i clip a bird’s wings, would you not consider that punishment, either? ” to take away that of which one was born with — how is that not punishment?
never had moon said they’d not been deserving of it, but that it would be such a thing.
moon is not blind. he sees well enough his people, his creations have strayed from their paths. they disappoint him deeply because of it, and truth that had been spoken before would would be stated again, if needed.
and yet — she pleads her case with no regard for what it might do to the others or even to him. ( perhaps she does, perhaps roselle had thought of it, but speaks nothing on it. moon does not know. he does not care to know. )
“ they want to do so because you have defied their ways, no? ” they ways are not right, moon will acknowledge that. “ you go against what they claim to stand for, therefore you must be eliminated. this is what they think, is it not? ” still, it is not right, and the moon relents, settling again in his seat as gentle gaze finds something else to settle onto. “ these people have lost their way, but to take their magic would be to clip their wings. it may even kill some of them. if they die, it will be on your hands. ”
this wouldn’t be the first time he’s considered such a thing / wouldn’t be the first time he’s actually followed through. a slaughter of hundreds, thousands, and even millions because they abuse his blessings. punishing one usually means to punish all — such a thing is a tiring act.
“ if this evil you speak of is all they know, who or what might they become without it? ” he waits for no answer. “ i would kill them all, little witch. would that bring you the peace you search for? if, in that case, you remain alone, what stops you from becoming as evil as them? ”
