The insult to himself personally, Ajora can and does weather with complete stoicism. Certainly he is a vessel, but one who was willing. It is his honor and privilege to be host to one so great, and the rewards for his fealty greater still. It is not chance or Esper-gossip that gives him the gift of foresight. All of time is laid bare now before his eyes: past, present and future. He knows what is to come and even how it is to come to pass. What is veiled to him are the hearts of men, just as Ultima's heart is now unreadable, even to him. Hidden, but for one thing, she wishes to be bound no more. It is a price that must be paid in oceans of blood.
In cool silence, the priest folds his hands in reverent prayer, looking over Vayne intently. Surely the High Seraph knew what she was doing when she brought this man back from the grave, though her intent eludes him, beyond his mere existence causing discontent. That could be enough, as he considers it. Vayne's words strike a chord and resonates with Ajora's thoughts on the matter.
"You speak of war. Why would you seek such a thing? Has not mankind suffered enough of men grasping for power and the gods driving them about to cease such deplorable behavior? Even now, politicians sneak and plot, little caring for the innocent sheep under their care that bear the brunt of their machinations."
And all because the gods cannot leave well enough alone. They must have their hands on the reigns of history, cannot allow mankind to live as they will. They shackle the disobedient with eternal prisons, or death, or with fear of their stones given to their new champion. Aye, Ivalice flourishes well under their benevolent care, a pretty sandbox for their enjoyment. But Ajora has seen the vision of what is to come.
Ivalice will have peace, and freedom. She will be united, with no more fractures or splintering. No more petulant children playing kings who squabble over the playthings of another. Unity under the Holy One who freed them from the gods, in piety and reverence. That shall be her end.
The execution of such a glorious end will be horrific. Such is the price that must be paid. The end will justify the means.
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In cool silence, the priest folds his hands in reverent prayer, looking over Vayne intently. Surely the High Seraph knew what she was doing when she brought this man back from the grave, though her intent eludes him, beyond his mere existence causing discontent. That could be enough, as he considers it. Vayne's words strike a chord and resonates with Ajora's thoughts on the matter.
"You speak of war. Why would you seek such a thing? Has not mankind suffered enough of men grasping for power and the gods driving them about to cease such deplorable behavior? Even now, politicians sneak and plot, little caring for the innocent sheep under their care that bear the brunt of their machinations."
And all because the gods cannot leave well enough alone. They must have their hands on the reigns of history, cannot allow mankind to live as they will. They shackle the disobedient with eternal prisons, or death, or with fear of their stones given to their new champion. Aye, Ivalice flourishes well under their benevolent care, a pretty sandbox for their enjoyment. But Ajora has seen the vision of what is to come.
Ivalice will have peace, and freedom. She will be united, with no more fractures or splintering. No more petulant children playing kings who squabble over the playthings of another. Unity under the Holy One who freed them from the gods, in piety and reverence. That shall be her end.
The execution of such a glorious end will be horrific. Such is the price that must be paid. The end will justify the means.