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Re: The Watchful Eye of the Lord [Cyrus, Laskt]
Mon Dec 30, 2019 8:17 am
Cyrus
Cyrus' disapproval from before was not present as Laskt gave his response. He still disagreed, quite vehemently in fact. But this time, there was confidence in the reply, passion as Laskt spoke. Cyrus did not mind if others disagreed with him, so long as they were willing to show conviction in their beliefs.
"You say that this common soldier embodies the hero, but I think to attribute this word to him does the man quite a tremendous disservice. H does not fight for glory, his struggle is entirely selfless. Yet you would call him a hero nonetheless, compare him to figures such as, to use your own example, the classical English knight.
"We need only look at those most defining images of these knights to bring this into question, Mr. Matiche. The greatest knight of England, Sir Gawain, was an icon of chivalrous ideals, perhaps second only to Sir Lancelot. But, seeing as Lancelot was a Frenchman, we will put him aside for now. Gawain, despite his status, was a man renowned for his temper, his proclivity toward violence as a solution. He struck down the Green Knight in an act of anger, slew his fellow knights for defending the virtue of Lancelot. In the end, his furious tendencies were every bit as key in the fall of Camelot as the actions of Lancelot or Mordred.
"The hero is an ideal, something more than human. You are wholly correct that each of these cultures have had different ideas of what makes a hero, yet among all of them has been a unifying thread. Their stories are passed down, made greater than what mere men could accomplish, and it is in this that they gain their glory. Even if they do not seek it for themselves, this glorification is what defines them. It is what makes them a hero, not merely a respectable member of society."
He was rather enjoying this discourse now, and despite the immense physical pain it brought him, Cyrus tapped into his divinity for the briefest of moments, simply to create a small table, a hot pot of tea, and two cups. They did not materialize out of anything in particular, but simply came into existence in a single moment. If one blinked, they might think it had always been there. He poured a cup for himself, and one for the vizard, though he did not demand that his company actually drink.
"Would you, Mr. Matiche, deign to place those noble men and women, who sacrifice even their lives for a cause which might never acknowledge them, within the same category as Gawain? Do you think such a comparison does them any justice?"
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