[For Solus' side of it, his expression is much the same, though the grin he's worn for much of the conversation has lessened to some degree.]
My are you ever obsessed with the fact I have power, when it has naught to do with this. What I told you were mere facts, and if you choose to take such as an insult, then there is no helping you. I bid you to shed your fragile ego, and listen: whether or not I am bound to a mortal form changes not the level of intellect and wisdom one garners over living a thousand thousand of your mortal lives.
To imply otherwise is naught more than a grave insult to me, so before you decide that 'tis I whom has insulted you...mayhap you should look upon your own actions, your own words? Think on it.
[And then that smile comes right back, like it was never gone in the first place, waving his hand in a languid and dismissive motion.]
Now, my dearest Steven, pray be on your way. After all, I would scarce want to overwhelm your senses with my overabundance of condescension.
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My are you ever obsessed with the fact I have power, when it has naught to do with this. What I told you were mere facts, and if you choose to take such as an insult, then there is no helping you. I bid you to shed your fragile ego, and listen: whether or not I am bound to a mortal form changes not the level of intellect and wisdom one garners over living a thousand thousand of your mortal lives.
To imply otherwise is naught more than a grave insult to me, so before you decide that 'tis I whom has insulted you...mayhap you should look upon your own actions, your own words? Think on it.
[And then that smile comes right back, like it was never gone in the first place, waving his hand in a languid and dismissive motion.]
Now, my dearest Steven, pray be on your way. After all, I would scarce want to overwhelm your senses with my overabundance of condescension.