Bianca hasn't visited Sorrow's temple before, but he strikes her as probably the least unintelligent of the gods.
So after the Null's most recent post to the network, she takes a circuitous route to his temple, making some effort not to be observed, and knocks on the altar as though it were a door.
She smiles. Bianca isn't fond of Sorrow, but he's reliably practical.
"Of course it's obvious. Has anyone showed you the Null's most recent broadcast? How do they block their communications from you? Will you be able to read it on my device?"
He looks over the post then, scrolling through. It takes him a few minutes to really parse through all of it, but when he's done- well, it doesn't look good.
"The weapon... it tears us to pieces. On a molecular level." There's a pause. "Consider: why would it take Hope months to bring us back and only a few days for your kind? It is- the most excruciating thing you can imagine."
"Sorrow, dear, stop trying to engage my sympathy. If there's one thing I've learned over my lifetime it's that every death matters, regardless of scale. And I've already told you I'm here to protect Hope. Trying to sell it to me is wasting both our time and yours may be limited. If you know how it works, can you shield against it? Build something that can detect it?"
"I know what it does," he tells her, peevishly, "I didn't say I knew how it worked. If I did, I'd obviously be trying to work around it. The Null are more technologically advanced than us by far and they have abilities with their machines that we cannot hope to match, much less combat. Now..."
He rubs at his chin thoughtfully, paging down on the network again.
"If one of you could obtain one of the weapons- one of you I could trust- then perhaps we could work on figuring it out."
"I don't care much about your interpersonal workings, but if I had to hazard a guess: Chris. Gilbert. Cecily. Julia. Rydia- they would be the top of my list. Either those who everyone knows, those who would sacrifice everything to get their hands on a weapon to kill us, those whose deaths could be brushed under the rug as a line of duty or those who few people would notice because they're new."
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So after the Null's most recent post to the network, she takes a circuitous route to his temple, making some effort not to be observed, and knocks on the altar as though it were a door.
"Sorrow? Are you at home?"
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He steps out of the shadows primly, his expression unreadable as always.
"I'd ask what brings you here, but I think the answer is obvious."
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"Of course it's obvious. Has anyone showed you the Null's most recent broadcast? How do they block their communications from you? Will you be able to read it on my device?"
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He nods, holding out his hand.
"If you don't mind..."
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"People are going to die. What can we - what can I do to make sure Hope isn't one of them? Do you know anything about the nature of this weapon?"
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He looks over the post then, scrolling through. It takes him a few minutes to really parse through all of it, but when he's done- well, it doesn't look good.
"The weapon... it tears us to pieces. On a molecular level." There's a pause. "Consider: why would it take Hope months to bring us back and only a few days for your kind? It is- the most excruciating thing you can imagine."
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"Sorrow, dear, stop trying to engage my sympathy. If there's one thing I've learned over my lifetime it's that every death matters, regardless of scale. And I've already told you I'm here to protect Hope. Trying to sell it to me is wasting both our time and yours may be limited. If you know how it works, can you shield against it? Build something that can detect it?"
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He rubs at his chin thoughtfully, paging down on the network again.
"If one of you could obtain one of the weapons- one of you I could trust- then perhaps we could work on figuring it out."
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She's not interested in committing a murder of her own when so many are liable to happen anyway. Much simpler to stalk the murderer.
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He arches an eyebrow, considering it.
"I don't care much about your interpersonal workings, but if I had to hazard a guess: Chris. Gilbert. Cecily. Julia. Rydia- they would be the top of my list. Either those who everyone knows, those who would sacrifice everything to get their hands on a weapon to kill us, those whose deaths could be brushed under the rug as a line of duty or those who few people would notice because they're new."