For all the verbal sparring, Ajora has remained remarkably calm throughout. However, there is something that troubles him. The kind and humble priest is not all entirely an act and for one shining moment, there is a wellspring of compassion for what is to come. It is necessary and he will play his part, without complaint. Yet there is also a pang of regret that so many innocent lambs will suffer for the sins of their masters, and the sins of the gods.
The gift of foresight is sometimes a double-edged sword, bringing as much pain to the visionary as those in the vision. Vayne may perhaps be angry, with him, with Ultima, with the state of humanity, but he is still a person capable of reason and hurts. It is compassion, or perhaps a need to relieve his own pain, which drives Ajora to respond.
"Look well to your house, Vayne Solidor. A snake for the house of snakes."
No more is Ajora feigning not to recognize who is addressing him. Enough of dancing with words in a game of verbal sparring. It is only right that he be warned of what is to come. He can sense the smugness radiating off Ultima that what is to come cannot be stopped. The Solidor has managed to genuinely attract her ire and such is a dangerous place to be.
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The gift of foresight is sometimes a double-edged sword, bringing as much pain to the visionary as those in the vision. Vayne may perhaps be angry, with him, with Ultima, with the state of humanity, but he is still a person capable of reason and hurts. It is compassion, or perhaps a need to relieve his own pain, which drives Ajora to respond.
"Look well to your house, Vayne Solidor. A snake for the house of snakes."
No more is Ajora feigning not to recognize who is addressing him. Enough of dancing with words in a game of verbal sparring. It is only right that he be warned of what is to come. He can sense the smugness radiating off Ultima that what is to come cannot be stopped. The Solidor has managed to genuinely attract her ire and such is a dangerous place to be.