[Nick doesn't make a visit to the temples without cause. He patrols past them, sure, but doesn't exactly stop in for a chat unless he's got something to say, so when he shows up in Sorrow's temple, he has a reason. Incidentally, the reason on this day is the same one it was the last time he dropped in.]
[Nick takes a brief glance around, just to make sure they're alone, before reaching into his coat and pulling out something wrapped in a cloth. He unwraps it carefully, revealing what he's brought: a god killer.]
[He's very careful with how he proceeds, though he's reasonably sure that he knows Nick well enough by now to know that Nick wouldn't use it. Sorrow keeps his gaze trained on it for a long while, before he nods once.]
Put it on the ground, please.
[The please is unusual. The entire building seems to shudder around the object, as if the stone itself could gasp and recoil. Sorrow's mouth is in a tight, thin line.
[Nick takes note of that please -- unusual, for how straightforward Sorrow tends to be -- as well as the sudden feeling in the air, the shift in the building, in the atmosphere all around them. It feels as though it recedes, as one would from the fangs of a venomous snake. Now that's something he hadn't expected. However, it doesn't surprise him that much; in a way, it's a little comforting to see the gods seem so... vulnerable, almost human.
Sorrow might not be the god who has done the most damage to Nick and his little family he's made here in Hadriel, but he's certainly up there. It's because of Sorrow that Nick was forced to put a bullet in Undine, killing her to save Rey; it's all due to the god before him that he can still see her face flashing before him, mingling with memories of Jenny as she fell by the riverside, recollections of both of them overlapping until they become one. Sorrow is a major culprit in why he has trouble discerning what happened these days, why he struggles to remember what is his memory, and what belongs to the real Nick. They are and aren't the same person, but it's harder and harder to believe when all the images start to blur together in his aging processor, a machine without enough space to keep it all straight.
Nick has plenty reason to lash out against Sorrow, to take that weapon and simply undo him... but he doesn't. He is more like the Null than most in Hadriel, but as Fear surmised, he is squarely on the side of the city. He might not be on the side of the gods, but he is squarely against the Null.
Actions, however, speak louder than words. Moving slowly, Nick complies without any real hesitation, holding up one hand as he stoops to place the god killer on the ground with the other. He steps back as he rises, giving Sorrow space.]
[Sorrow nods once as Nick steps back, continuing to eye him for some time afterward. There isn't much to say, though the air is thick with what's left unsaid. After a few tense moments, his gaze cuts back to the weapon on the floor, and he moves forward slowly to pick it up, crossing half the length of the room to do so.
It feels so light in his hands. Not quite weightless, but not as heavy as he would have thought. Sorrow turns the device over in his hands for a moment, studying it as one would study a bomb, before he finally looks back up toward Nick, as if remembering just then that he was there at all.]
Thank you.
[It's sincere. Sorrow isn't one for pleasantries, but he means this.]
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I've got something for you.
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[He's waiting for him, it seems, already leaning a hip against his altar with his arms folded across his chest.]
What is it?
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I expect you know what this is.
[Given what happened to him.]
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[He's very careful with how he proceeds, though he's reasonably sure that he knows Nick well enough by now to know that Nick wouldn't use it. Sorrow keeps his gaze trained on it for a long while, before he nods once.]
Put it on the ground, please.
[The please is unusual. The entire building seems to shudder around the object, as if the stone itself could gasp and recoil. Sorrow's mouth is in a tight, thin line.
He's afraid.]
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Sorrow might not be the god who has done the most damage to Nick and his little family he's made here in Hadriel, but he's certainly up there. It's because of Sorrow that Nick was forced to put a bullet in Undine, killing her to save Rey; it's all due to the god before him that he can still see her face flashing before him, mingling with memories of Jenny as she fell by the riverside, recollections of both of them overlapping until they become one. Sorrow is a major culprit in why he has trouble discerning what happened these days, why he struggles to remember what is his memory, and what belongs to the real Nick. They are and aren't the same person, but it's harder and harder to believe when all the images start to blur together in his aging processor, a machine without enough space to keep it all straight.
Nick has plenty reason to lash out against Sorrow, to take that weapon and simply undo him... but he doesn't. He is more like the Null than most in Hadriel, but as Fear surmised, he is squarely on the side of the city. He might not be on the side of the gods, but he is squarely against the Null.
Actions, however, speak louder than words. Moving slowly, Nick complies without any real hesitation, holding up one hand as he stoops to place the god killer on the ground with the other. He steps back as he rises, giving Sorrow space.]
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It feels so light in his hands. Not quite weightless, but not as heavy as he would have thought. Sorrow turns the device over in his hands for a moment, studying it as one would study a bomb, before he finally looks back up toward Nick, as if remembering just then that he was there at all.]
Thank you.
[It's sincere. Sorrow isn't one for pleasantries, but he means this.]