[ it's not meant to be argumentative, but it almost comes out that way; a defensive tilt to his tone, as he responds. and he does not pull away from her touch, but there is a definite tension in his being, as he talks. delving into this is uncomfortable, and there's an odd tightness in his chest, as he continues. ]
Whatever comes to pass here cannot be brought back to our universe, Allura. You know, just as well as I do, what tampering with the Rift entails. What the void between the worlds does to people. What quintessence can to do a person's mind, if they are exposed to too much of it.
[ his words are careful, deliberate, but lotor does not need to provide examples for her to know who he is talking about. ]
My existence as myself is over, in our world. Regardless of whether or not I live, there is no coming back from what becomes me. And if I can go mad from overexposure to the void, then anyone can. I was born from it.
[ after all, honerva was pregnant with him, when she wandered into the rift. he absorbed the energy too, which is why (likely, anyway) he has lived as long as he has. but given she keeps pressing the point, lotor will be honest with her, and says (not quite as bluntly as he wants): ]
What hope is there in a hopeless situation? I am dead, and this is stasis. It may as well be a prison.
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[ it's not meant to be argumentative, but it almost comes out that way; a defensive tilt to his tone, as he responds. and he does not pull away from her touch, but there is a definite tension in his being, as he talks. delving into this is uncomfortable, and there's an odd tightness in his chest, as he continues. ]
Whatever comes to pass here cannot be brought back to our universe, Allura. You know, just as well as I do, what tampering with the Rift entails. What the void between the worlds does to people. What quintessence can to do a person's mind, if they are exposed to too much of it.
[ his words are careful, deliberate, but lotor does not need to provide examples for her to know who he is talking about. ]
My existence as myself is over, in our world. Regardless of whether or not I live, there is no coming back from what becomes me. And if I can go mad from overexposure to the void, then anyone can. I was born from it.
[ after all, honerva was pregnant with him, when she wandered into the rift. he absorbed the energy too, which is why (likely, anyway) he has lived as long as he has. but given she keeps pressing the point, lotor will be honest with her, and says (not quite as bluntly as he wants): ]
What hope is there in a hopeless situation? I am dead, and this is stasis. It may as well be a prison.