[ The man smiles when Till joins him, in the same quiet way a mother or a teacher might smile in praise.
The voice comes through again, or at least the perception of a voice, one that shifts and catches on itself in a strange way. If he listens - if it might be called listening - it isn't that difficult to make out. He is, he thinks, slowly getting used to the strange connection with others. (That is, if they are all other people, and not merely echoes or even figments of imagination; some voices are fleeting whispers that do not answer when called for, that he has not put to a face. The city is large, and seemingly long abandoned. There are only a spare few he has met.
He has always been a god, separate from humans. Once, there was reverence for them - prayer, feasts, offerings, festivals. Now, the gods have gone, and humans have forgotten. Those that meet him now, though, still find comfort in being found when they are lost. That this human might look for the humanity in him, instead of divinity, for comfort, does not occur to him.
Though he might suppose he finds his own godhood little comfort. ]
I am the Forsaken. [ He says it like a name, as if that is what he was always called. ] And you are?
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The voice comes through again, or at least the perception of a voice, one that shifts and catches on itself in a strange way. If he listens - if it might be called listening - it isn't that difficult to make out. He is, he thinks, slowly getting used to the strange connection with others. (That is, if they are all other people, and not merely echoes or even figments of imagination; some voices are fleeting whispers that do not answer when called for, that he has not put to a face. The city is large, and seemingly long abandoned. There are only a spare few he has met.
He has always been a god, separate from humans. Once, there was reverence for them - prayer, feasts, offerings, festivals. Now, the gods have gone, and humans have forgotten. Those that meet him now, though, still find comfort in being found when they are lost. That this human might look for the humanity in him, instead of divinity, for comfort, does not occur to him.
Though he might suppose he finds his own godhood little comfort. ]
I am the Forsaken. [ He says it like a name, as if that is what he was always called. ] And you are?