Is that so...? That's a shame, to hear it is similar in other lands...
I once read a story about a place where all people are as one tribe, and all are free to believe as they choose. I wonder if such a place exists among our worlds, or if it was truly just a fantasy...
The Sanctists claim that they alone have the truth of the origin of our world, but we mustari have knowledge of the World Before, a history from before the beginning of our history. We preserve what we can of the old world, while they would have it buried and forgotten.
So it's a clash of popular knowledge and an inconvenient knowledge.
[You know, getting into all this theological territory has really done wonders for his queasiness. His focus still flicks back up to the third eye more often than he'd like, definitely more than is polite. But at least the subject's grounding. Something to round her out rather than let her stay an ill omen in his irrational mind.
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...Hey, it's not bumming you out to drag up all this dirt for me, is it? We can talk about something else, I don't mean to kill the mood. You were just shopping after all.
Oh, not at all! I think you've been very pleasant to talk to.
But, well... why don't you tell me something about your home, instead? It seems you've never seen a mustari before. Are all people where you're from... like yourself, then?
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Is that so...? That's a shame, to hear it is similar in other lands...
I once read a story about a place where all people are as one tribe, and all are free to believe as they choose. I wonder if such a place exists among our worlds, or if it was truly just a fantasy...
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Problem is, you can never stop people from being assholes. We're improving on a broad scale, but person to person? That's much trickier stuff.
So what is it about your history they're not wanting to hear?
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[You know, getting into all this theological territory has really done wonders for his queasiness. His focus still flicks back up to the third eye more often than he'd like, definitely more than is polite. But at least the subject's grounding. Something to round her out rather than let her stay an ill omen in his irrational mind.
That said?]
...Hey, it's not bumming you out to drag up all this dirt for me, is it? We can talk about something else, I don't mean to kill the mood. You were just shopping after all.
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But, well... why don't you tell me something about your home, instead? It seems you've never seen a mustari before. Are all people where you're from... like yourself, then?