His response is almost immediate. There is only so much that he can do for miracles. The same could be said for the youkai and other Lost Souls that have come to exist in this city. But that does not mean that he won’t do what he can for them.
“Tama.” Artemy feels like his impression on the young man had increased tremendously. It means a lot to him that he wants to be able to understand the haniwa more than the praise that he is given. There are those that would encounter the supernatural or strange and brush it off as incomprehensible. But to hear Tama say that he is willing to experience more and come to understand these “incomprehensible” entities means a lot.
“The experience may leave you scarred and strange to others once it is over, but it is better to know than to simply call it the unknowable.”
The stern, unfriendly face that Artemy has – and unfortunately cannot do much about because it is his face – almost seems to soften just a little. He turns his attention to their companion. “It is good that you’re leaving your heart open to decide what the city will make of you, Minato.”
Did he talk like the city was alive? Yes, yes he did.
Again, his impression of the young men increases. It would be easier and simpler to give them to the Department. He understands that while he has experience with the miracles that does not mean he is an expert or knowledgeable of the miracles that are in this world. The culture is still something that he is trying to understand; he stumbles through it like an uncoordinated bull, but he is always willing and always wanting to try to come to some middle-ground.
And that is the problem he has come to find with the Department.
“With the Enma, there does not seem to be a middle-ground. There is no sympathy or understanding in their hearts.” That was what he had come to understand of them; they were cruel and heartless toward the Kappa and he does not forgive anyone who tries to harm his “family.”
The Sutoku are his Kin. He will defend them to the bitter end; he sneers and distrusts any attempt to harm them. To him, the Enma are no different than the Kains, Saburovas, or Olgimskys. They think of their own good and their own power before they think of the people; it is important to have an iron grip on what is “order” than what is “right.”
He sees no justice in what they do, but a cold, heartless desire for control.
“I fear they may attempt to destroy these miracles.” He has no proof of it; and in truth, destroying them may cause more misfortune and powers to go out of control. So, if they were destroyed, it would cause worse problems. But it is what he fears.
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His response is almost immediate. There is only so much that he can do for miracles. The same could be said for the youkai and other Lost Souls that have come to exist in this city. But that does not mean that he won’t do what he can for them.
“Tama.” Artemy feels like his impression on the young man had increased tremendously. It means a lot to him that he wants to be able to understand the haniwa more than the praise that he is given. There are those that would encounter the supernatural or strange and brush it off as incomprehensible. But to hear Tama say that he is willing to experience more and come to understand these “incomprehensible” entities means a lot.
“The experience may leave you scarred and strange to others once it is over, but it is better to know than to simply call it the unknowable.”
The stern, unfriendly face that Artemy has – and unfortunately cannot do much about because it is his face – almost seems to soften just a little. He turns his attention to their companion. “It is good that you’re leaving your heart open to decide what the city will make of you, Minato.”
Did he talk like the city was alive? Yes, yes he did.
Again, his impression of the young men increases. It would be easier and simpler to give them to the Department. He understands that while he has experience with the miracles that does not mean he is an expert or knowledgeable of the miracles that are in this world. The culture is still something that he is trying to understand; he stumbles through it like an uncoordinated bull, but he is always willing and always wanting to try to come to some middle-ground.
And that is the problem he has come to find with the Department.
“With the Enma, there does not seem to be a middle-ground. There is no sympathy or understanding in their hearts.” That was what he had come to understand of them; they were cruel and heartless toward the Kappa and he does not forgive anyone who tries to harm his “family.”
The Sutoku are his Kin. He will defend them to the bitter end; he sneers and distrusts any attempt to harm them. To him, the Enma are no different than the Kains, Saburovas, or Olgimskys. They think of their own good and their own power before they think of the people; it is important to have an iron grip on what is “order” than what is “right.”
He sees no justice in what they do, but a cold, heartless desire for control.
“I fear they may attempt to destroy these miracles.” He has no proof of it; and in truth, destroying them may cause more misfortune and powers to go out of control. So, if they were destroyed, it would cause worse problems. But it is what he fears.