Then why did you fail? And what other way have you disobeyed your creator?
As far as your concern of ending up in a void, I can assure you that I will not allow that to happen. I want you here- your presence elsewhere, dead or not, does me and my companions little good.
Besides which, you may assume that we hold all the power in the universe, but we cannot be considered responsible for every small thing which ails you. If you have issue, take it up with Hope or Delight, as they began this. Otherwise, adapt to us and our methods as we have attempted to adapt to you.
The eye exam. There were odd results. After further tests, I was diagnosed with an illness. Men with degenerative illnesses neither fly nor go any further. [ Nor, when another sort of piloting is needed, the Jaegers, that. ]
As for my father -- we would not use the term 'creator' -- that is another conversation, and one likely to produce more rage than sorrow.
Thank you, then. Even if you know what I'd rather you be doing.
I do not assume you have all that power. You need the Door to bring people in, don't you? It doesn't seem as though you could do it on your own. That's another point of similarity, arguably: your people also use tools to compensate for deficiencies. I understand that may be a simplification. Regardless, this is a different sort of adaptation, and I have notified Mr. Hope of my concerns.
Do you still have that illness here? Could your companions contract it?
You're welcome.
Our tools are likely instruments of our own creation- though, I suppose yours are too. The Door is an ancient instrument of my species' design, not some abandoned relic that we found and decided to turn on.
Don't bother him too much. He needs to focus on the matters at hand, and your plight distracts him more than it should.
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As far as your concern of ending up in a void, I can assure you that I will not allow that to happen. I want you here- your presence elsewhere, dead or not, does me and my companions little good.
Besides which, you may assume that we hold all the power in the universe, but we cannot be considered responsible for every small thing which ails you. If you have issue, take it up with Hope or Delight, as they began this. Otherwise, adapt to us and our methods as we have attempted to adapt to you.
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As for my father -- we would not use the term 'creator' -- that is another conversation, and one likely to produce more rage than sorrow.
Thank you, then. Even if you know what I'd rather you be doing.
I do not assume you have all that power. You need the Door to bring people in, don't you? It doesn't seem as though you could do it on your own. That's another point of similarity, arguably: your people also use tools to compensate for deficiencies. I understand that may be a simplification. Regardless, this is a different sort of adaptation, and I have notified Mr. Hope of my concerns.
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You're welcome.
Our tools are likely instruments of our own creation- though, I suppose yours are too. The Door is an ancient instrument of my species' design, not some abandoned relic that we found and decided to turn on.
Don't bother him too much. He needs to focus on the matters at hand, and your plight distracts him more than it should.