Snippet #1140657

Danse Mors was almost surprised by Maisie's audacity as he met her gaze. He raised a brow at her, studying her words with great care. He hadn't a clue how to respond and that singular fact disturbed him. She was right and whether she had the courage to keep to her conviction or not didn't matter. She was right and if she knew what of the others? He had always felt sorry for human suffering and gladly returned them to a place of absence. More often than not, the souls that reached the end of their life needed his help to cross over. They looked to him with a fondness that a child gives to their parent and he smiled on them. They understood. And more than anything, Danse wanted to protect them; protect them from themselves and the gods that believed they knew best. How could he do that if the fragile little souls were constantly pushed back into being, born again and molded to a world that existed only to exploit them? Extinction, oblivion was the only way to protect his favored. “Think about what you’re saying. Does a human being sympathize with a spider or do they swat it once the little bugger starts creeping into their homes? You ask me if I sympathize with a glorified insect? Ha! If human beings truly have no source in me then why would I want them around? You don’t make a good case for them…” He hung his head low, disconnecting from Maisie’s uncomfortable gaze. Instinctively, he held himself, feeling utterly exposed by her declaration.