[ Tools, then. Made in the image of their creators. Why, Kettara cannot fathom. A tool needn't be alive. A tool has no need of thought or will. Unbidden, she thinks of Shotoa and the way he bent the spirits to his will. Forced them to obey instead of beseeching them for aid. And she thinks of how she considered such a path once, if only to hear both sides before making her own choice.
She exhales sharply, eyes narrowed. ]
That is a cruel fate. Humans have no honor. And yet we are surrounded by them.
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[ Tools, then. Made in the image of their creators. Why, Kettara cannot fathom. A tool needn't be alive. A tool has no need of thought or will. Unbidden, she thinks of Shotoa and the way he bent the spirits to his will. Forced them to obey instead of beseeching them for aid. And she thinks of how she considered such a path once, if only to hear both sides before making her own choice.
She exhales sharply, eyes narrowed. ]
That is a cruel fate. Humans have no honor. And yet we are surrounded by them.