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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/8/2017 1:54:49 PM
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[i]"Investigate?[/i] That's a funny way to say 'devour'."
He shrugged with open hands, being fully honest.
"I get your deal. 100%, all transparent. You want to eat. You know, it's surprisingly easy to understand a zealot. Oh, that's not an insult. That's just my job. My job is to understand whoever I'm talking to. How their mind works, what their motive is.
I see what yours is. And judging from how you cut off several planets from an interstellar republic, I can only assume you have the means to ends.
That accent of yours. Russian? Interesting. Would you like to know my other job? It's finding a common language to negotiate in. I've discovered that there's one common tongue that everyone understands.
Pain.
But it seems that you already understand that language, burning your follower alive just to talk to me. On one hand, I'm flattered. On the other, I'm impressed. The mind of a devotee is easy to understand but still quite commendable. I'm guessing your culture is quite accustomed to pain, yes?"
English
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"Pain... Yes, we are. See the person in front of you- see his pain. When one feels pain, they have a desire above all others, to make it stop. This desire is so strong, so powerful that men and woman will murder to achieve their wills. They hunger for this... Solution to their pain." By now, it was clear the follower was nearly dead, his arms and one leg off, but still calm, the occasional twitch sending of ashes across the floor. "Another time, another place, humans saw into my plans, attempted to ward me off by getting rid of all desires- Budism? Boodlism? Something along those lines, but they lacked the willing followers." At the end on the sentence, the follower screamed and turned to ash, spreading its dead remains across the metal floor. Quickly, the captain of the ground smacked another one onto the runes, and the same event happened, with fire, ash and... Pain. "So yes- pain is understood."
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The man in the suit just shook his head, making a clicking sound with his tongue. "No, no, no. That's not pain. To you guys, I think that's just a part of life. Ingrained in culture, like the same way a diabetic pricks himself to check his blood sugar. Not pleasure - at least I don't [i]think[/i] you're the Cenobite type. Yes, it is pain. But is it [i]actual[/i] pain? The type that is truly repulsive to your kind? I don't think so. The type of pain that makes followers cringe from their pantheon at the thought of it. Say... well, would you be able to see through the eyes of your follower if I made him experience what I'm talking about? I only want to come to a complete understanding. Not from me to you - no, that was done a while back. I want you to understand [i]me.[/i]"
