06-23-2014, 07:32 AM
Control didn't have to be forced, but though Tehya wished to believed in the goodness of people, all too often she was confronted with the reverse. Power had a way of coaxing out the darker aspects, of twisting good intentions beyond all recognition. Right now the godlings were ununited, lost in the confusion of gifts they did not understand. They were dangerous, but not as dangerous as they might become. Of those who suvived the Sickness, even less learned how to truly control the Spirits, and for an army to be useful, they would need to be taught. But the very teaching, gone awry, was a frightening concept. A very, very large risk.
Tehya didn't trust to the good natures of other people, no matter how desperately she wished to believe in them, and she was wary of helping to create a weapon that could not be controlled if it should spiral away from their good intentions. As much as the concept turned her stomach, she did believe in the necessity for the Atharim to have a way of removing threats - the Spirits, for reasons of their own, did not always treat with those who would use their aid wisely and for good. On the other hand, even within the ranks of her brothers and sisters, she understood the ways in which such a thing might be grossly misused. The Regus might condone Aria's task - and he must for her to speak so openly of it - but from what she had said, she doubted he would approve of her methods.
"How do you propose to do it?"
The curiosity in her tone was genuine. Though laced internally with uncertainty. She wished to hear Aria's ideas before she offered her own, aware that in doing so she might betray an insider's knowledge. The possibility of revealing herself, of what it would mean, settled heavy on her thoughts, but Tehya was not one to shy away from risk when it was necessary. After all, Aria was correct; the best shot they had at neutralising the Ascendancy was with one of his own crafted by the hands of the Atharim. Aria was looking at her first recruit.
Tehya didn't trust to the good natures of other people, no matter how desperately she wished to believe in them, and she was wary of helping to create a weapon that could not be controlled if it should spiral away from their good intentions. As much as the concept turned her stomach, she did believe in the necessity for the Atharim to have a way of removing threats - the Spirits, for reasons of their own, did not always treat with those who would use their aid wisely and for good. On the other hand, even within the ranks of her brothers and sisters, she understood the ways in which such a thing might be grossly misused. The Regus might condone Aria's task - and he must for her to speak so openly of it - but from what she had said, she doubted he would approve of her methods.
"How do you propose to do it?"
The curiosity in her tone was genuine. Though laced internally with uncertainty. She wished to hear Aria's ideas before she offered her own, aware that in doing so she might betray an insider's knowledge. The possibility of revealing herself, of what it would mean, settled heavy on her thoughts, but Tehya was not one to shy away from risk when it was necessary. After all, Aria was correct; the best shot they had at neutralising the Ascendancy was with one of his own crafted by the hands of the Atharim. Aria was looking at her first recruit.