@celestidice said:
"What's the difference between good and bad?" There's always a different answer amongst humans; morality was a big topic but She was ever curious when it came to the creations of humans. So flawed and yet they seemed to have a mind of their own. "Why does either matter? In the end, everyone ends up in one of two places, after all."
The question is an intriguing one. Being asked such a thing out of the blue made Cortex believe this individual knew more than they let on. More than him. Ignoring the irritated feeling that gave him, they pose a good question. The difference between good and bad, hm? And did it matter? Idle fingers tap at the corner of his mouth before straying down to pinch at his beard. Well, it certainly mattered to HIM!! As nauseating as the thought would be, Cortex knew if life had been just a bit kinder to him, just a bit nicer, he wouldn’t be evil. No clown family to maltreat him but support him in his scientific endeavors. No one to brand him with the insult ‘nerd’ quite literally. No one to toss all of his books away and promise him he’d amount to nothing. He never met his 10th dimensional counterpart, and he fears if he had, a more fatal encounter would have arisen. But if anything held true, his other was good in every sense of the word. Probably lived the live he could only surmise hypothetically.
Why be evil? It nets you into hell after all. He’s aware. He’s fully aware that if there’s an afterlife, an endgame, that he would wind up in an inferno of his own making. Repenting his sins and waiting for the day his soul can finally know peace. But he knows why he’s evil, and even with that outcome in the end, he doesn’t exactly care. He enjoys being evil. “Hahaha.. Ha-hahaha~ Ahhhh... The difference between good and evil. It depends on the onlooker’s perspective and the information they’re given, I suppose. Otherwise, I could say there’s hardly any difference. Someone could be doing someone a favor on the surface but end up committing a horrible crime in the process. Another could rob a store for the intention to care for others. Both scenarios can be painted in both lighting.” Arms crossed behind his back, he turns to his company, a hand gripping his other wrist. “I won’t sugarcoat it, but I am in every sense of the word, Evil. And i’m quite happy with being such. With the sort of life I've lived, many others tossed me down this path with reckless abandon and while I would prefer to see those who’ve wronged me writhe in agony or even, hmhmh... Burn, I owe them some form of thanks for setting me down this path.”
“Maybe it doesn’t really matter to others considering the effect of what we do will determine where we end up postmortem, but honestly, I don’t care. If I end up in a hell of my own making, I’d be just fine knowing the effect I’ve had on others and what I’ve done to affect them. I want to be known throughout time as the worlds greatest, and if that’s wrong, I don’t want to be right. I’m deserving of so much in this life, and I’ve been shafted left and right. I’ve grown tired of waiting on others to give me what I desire, so I aim to take it by any means necessary. So even if what I do sends me to Hades, just knowing what I’ve done and earned for myself in my life is enough to make up for it. Whether or not it matters in the end is trivial. It matters to me. I’ll see to it that this Island knows this as well~.”
‘ this is not your average , everyday darkness. this is … advanced darkness. ‘
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“Oh yeah don’t.. don’t worry. Uh, if you’re afraid of the dark I mean. There’s nothin’ real scary out there.” Eddie didn’t have trouble with the dark when Venom could guide him. Plus they were possibly scarier than most things that might be out there.
"What do you think is the purpose to continue trying anything?" She of all beings would know, of course; She created ambition and goals. But it's nice to know if her subjects are aware of it entirely. "In the end, you will always end up in one of two places."
Of all questions Francis has thought of or heard in his lifetime--- and it was a long lifetime--- he never exactly thought of what the answer could be. Especially for him. Why did humans continue trying? Why did he? Why did he so many years ago tried over and over to take as much land as he could? Why did he continue fighting for his people when things were at their lowest?
It was... Certainly a good question. Difficult, taking his point of view or what he thought that a human did with this kind of thought process. It was very different, his ideas verses and humans, being that he was, well. Immortal. A nation.
“I have thought of the end before--- I have thought it would come for me a few different times in my life. I never thought I would end up in either of those two places. If the end comes for me, I will simply... End. It is hard to say--- continuing just... Personally, my reason and purpose to continue is for my people. And--- in the past my own self glory. Ambition. Trying to become better than everyone else. Selfish, really. I was foolish and selfish, trying to be the most powerful around.” A pause-- the nation of France had to take a moment, “But for humans, I wonder if it is so different? Do they fight and continue and accomplish for their goals?”
Again, there is a long pause, Francis closes his eyes and smiles gently, “I like to think I am not too different than humans. We just keep trying to make something of our lives, perhaps? To prove something? Life would be bland if we did not keep trying and trying to do something with ourselves.”
"Do animals have souls?" She asks it like She doesn't already know the answer but plenty of debate continues amongst humans despite that. "I would know, of course. I made them. But do you believe they deserve a spot in the afterlife? In either Heaven or Hell?"
It was a harmless question, one which Liam had pondered before… In what felt like a different lifetime. But religion no longer played a role in her life, not since the bombs fell and her family was taken from her. Indeed, the last time she’d even thought about the afterlife was deep in the bowels of Conrad Kellogg’s safehouse. She’d looked him in the eye and told him exactly where they’d be seeing each other again.
But, as far as the question at hand… The Sole Survivor thought of Dogmeat, of the intelligence which shone in his eyes. He was not her pet, belonged to no-one but himself— a free spirit who chose to stay at her side because he wanted to. He was capable of much more than he appeared, smart like no other dog Liam had known. There was something special about him– Hell, Mama Murphy had even divined his name from one of her visions.
“I like to think that they have souls. Maybe they’d even go to heaven… But then again, that might just be projecting.”
A pause. For a moment, Liam thought she’d recognized the stranger. There was an air of familiarity about Her, as if they’d met before– But not here. Looking at Her face was like trying to recall a dream.
"When do you think everything will end?" Of course, She had made a promise never to do that again. It was what the rainbow was for, after all. "If it does, anyway. Or how, perhaps I should rephrase. It will, sparing humans of course. And minus the flooding, as promised. What would your ideal armageddon look like, is what I'm asking."
“...why do humans get to be spared? What did they do that’s so special?” While Flandre may of had a plain, even innocent, look on her face, the truth was she was barely holding back a spit of disgust. As childish as she was, even she knew when a situation wasn’t fair; it wasn’t her fault she was a vampire!
“Why would you ask me this, anyways? You want to get an opinion from someone who isn’t going to be spared..? How do I know you’re not lying about everything ending, anyways? I don’t trust you.”
"What kind of purpose do you think you're alive for?" Of course, God is very aware that She had made humans for entertainment and to carry out Her Ineffable Plan. But what did the creations of creation believe? Where they allowed that privilege at all? "Why do you think you specifically have this thought process?"
“I uh. I don’t think I ever thought about it? I made my life goal to help people and be a hero like my dad. But my purpose? Like, what someone else planned? I don’t know.”
"Do you believe in life after death?" She asks it so nonchalantly but the weight is still there. "I mean actual death, too. Not of the mind, though similar, but of the physical body. Where do you think your soul goes, if you even believe you have one at all."
– You’re not used to people really paying much mind to you, much less to ask you something so… abstract. It’s a little unnerving, and you have to wonder why she’s asking. You’ve seen many things since you crash landed in this place, but you still aren’t imaginative enough to assume you’re talking to God right now.
Even so, you suppose there’s no harm in answering her.
“I don’t know,” you say, looking up to the void above. Space, despite all of its wonder, was always cold and lonely. When you cried out for help, when you begged for someone to save you, no god or angel was there. But people, as terrible & wonderful as they might be, were. Everything good and beautiful that you’ve seen has existed in ordinary people.
“Part of me hopes that when we die it’s not the end. At least, for the people who deserve to exist.” – That is to say, if heaven exists, you hope people like you get shut out. You hope there’s a world where Nineteen, Dolly, and Bruce can have everything they deserve. A place that will shelter them.
“Heaven’s never given me much of a reason to think it exists. But I hope it does.”
If it does you’ll never see it, and you know that. But you want the best for the people you’ve loved. It’s the only wish you have.
"You are so much smaller than you think," She says, but not stepping the line of stating things such as insignificance. "Yet you are also much more than you are led to believe. Humans are so flawed in their creations, are they not? But your existence amuses them, as theirs does to me."
“...What?” Lloyd’s aware that he’s being talked to, of course he is. But it’s the words said by Her that catch his attention. Is he supposed to take offense to it-? Take it to heart? He isn’t sure.
