[ After those remarks, Ball trains his gaze specifically on Sniper. His hands come to rest in his lap, one over another. There's a heaviness in the air.]
Despite the ambitions of the people of my world, no one can tell a god what to do. Do you think we could really tell a god where to go and what to do? At most, we can interact. Maybe harm what a god cares about. But they are stronger, more powerful. More present in all the world, even as they rest. [ Perhaps Ball is talking up his god, but it's hard to say. There are so many of them, and as far as Ball is concerned, the world keeps moving. He doesn't know the exact details of how they became god-touched or god-filled, but – he's heard rumors. He knows what those of his status hope to do. Their faith isn't real. ]
If a god made their way into you, then that was the god's choice. If you are merely touched by a god – as far as I've seen, there is no difference – that is how they involve themselves. Or hold strong even as those with god complexes seek to control them. [ Notably, Ball's voice is rather serious here, as well as a touch deeper. Frustrated. He walks a balance, and he keeps the followers of the gods in check because he doesn't want them hurt. ]
Years ago, these gates – these bridges – were created by the god-touched. Or by the gods themselves. The ... [ He waves a hand, flippant. ] ... information is contradictory at best. But there are enough records that they work. We don't know where they go, or how the system was formed, or if humanity had a greater reach than we ever believed. But we do know that we can't do anything with them, so you may prove to be the answer. If you don't, then perhaps the signs surrounding your coming here are wrong. I'm wrong. [ A sad, bittersweet smile. ] But I don't think I'm wrong. I know you are linked to the divine in some way.
Oh, and those bridges wouldn't have brought you here. That is one constant. Even as they speak of the stars and oceans and civilizations we can't begin to dream of, they still seem ... focused. We believe our gods are central to our portion of the universe. That's a guess. Perhaps it's selfish? [ His eyebrows quirk. ]
I realize I'm leaving it open, but it's not as if people like yourselves make an appearance very often. All the signs – all that I know personally – points to me being right. And the only reason that they don't control you ... don't try to keep you in cages once you're set free – [ They. Separate from whoever drops them off. Ball sounds certain about this. His information extends to wherever they are before the drop offs, though it's likely safe to assume he only knows a thin layer of details. ] – is because they think they will have more power than all of you combined in time. Soon, I'd think.
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Despite the ambitions of the people of my world, no one can tell a god what to do. Do you think we could really tell a god where to go and what to do? At most, we can interact. Maybe harm what a god cares about. But they are stronger, more powerful. More present in all the world, even as they rest. [ Perhaps Ball is talking up his god, but it's hard to say. There are so many of them, and as far as Ball is concerned, the world keeps moving. He doesn't know the exact details of how they became god-touched or god-filled, but – he's heard rumors. He knows what those of his status hope to do. Their faith isn't real. ]
If a god made their way into you, then that was the god's choice. If you are merely touched by a god – as far as I've seen, there is no difference – that is how they involve themselves. Or hold strong even as those with god complexes seek to control them. [ Notably, Ball's voice is rather serious here, as well as a touch deeper. Frustrated. He walks a balance, and he keeps the followers of the gods in check because he doesn't want them hurt. ]
Years ago, these gates – these bridges – were created by the god-touched. Or by the gods themselves. The ... [ He waves a hand, flippant. ] ... information is contradictory at best. But there are enough records that they work. We don't know where they go, or how the system was formed, or if humanity had a greater reach than we ever believed. But we do know that we can't do anything with them, so you may prove to be the answer. If you don't, then perhaps the signs surrounding your coming here are wrong. I'm wrong. [ A sad, bittersweet smile. ] But I don't think I'm wrong. I know you are linked to the divine in some way.
Oh, and those bridges wouldn't have brought you here. That is one constant. Even as they speak of the stars and oceans and civilizations we can't begin to dream of, they still seem ... focused. We believe our gods are central to our portion of the universe. That's a guess. Perhaps it's selfish? [ His eyebrows quirk. ]
I realize I'm leaving it open, but it's not as if people like yourselves make an appearance very often. All the signs – all that I know personally – points to me being right. And the only reason that they don't control you ... don't try to keep you in cages once you're set free – [ They. Separate from whoever drops them off. Ball sounds certain about this. His information extends to wherever they are before the drop offs, though it's likely safe to assume he only knows a thin layer of details. ] – is because they think they will have more power than all of you combined in time. Soon, I'd think.
[ A sigh. Another sad smile. ]
Too soon.