In every universe I've visited or witnessed, the version of myself who inhabits it has suffered similar injuries and ended up a sorcerer tasked with the protection of his world. That's not coincidence.
[ He believes in fate to the extent that he's seen it at work. To the extent that it exists. But - ]
My fate was played out in the choices I made and the inevitability of their consequences. Yours was dictated to you by your mother.
I understand that it's how you were raised. I don't think that means you should accept it without question.
I left, you know. I insisted on going to a real high school, and it was terrible, but I stuck it out, and after I graduated I told my parents I wanted to go to art school. I wasn't supposed to - I was supposed to stay with the church. Oh, my mom was so upset. I almost gave in, but... I left. I left, and I made it entirely on my own. A lot of what I learned growing up with the grieving makes me very good at my job, and I put myself through school by helping people in a different way.
But now here I am. And you know the people I find myself closest to? Necromancers, and people who died. I spent years pretending I couldn't see them or hear them, and now they mean everything to me.
I don't know how else to interpret that besides God having a plan for me.
Maybe that's what it is. Higher power or not, that's fate as I experienced it. Your choices. Your nature informed by your life, informing your life. You found your way on your own, as you always would have done to wherever you were going to end up. With or without her input.
She had no business invoking fate to control you. You were a child, and there was plenty of time. God's plan never absolved her of her responsibility to keep you safe, and it sounds like starting too early pushed you away from what called to you, not toward it.
Edited (adds a little extra ~flourish~) 2023-12-27 20:49 (UTC)
She kept me safe. Please don't think she didn't. My mom is just about the most caring, kindest person alive. She just... She was raised in it too, you know? It's an honour and a responsibility.
I guess... maybe. I feel bad about it, now, like she was right all along.
I never wanted to stop helping people, though. Even here, it's all I really want to do. I like to think I do.
[ God knows knowing there's somewhere he can go before things ever get bad again is solace enough, but Iggy's been kind on top of that. Made knowing it easy. How many others has he shown the same kindness and more? ]
You and she were looking at the world through a different lens, I know that. But your life is yours. We each find our way to our duty and our purpose in our own time. You don't need to feel bad for that.
I'm sure the people you've helped since taking your own path would be glad that you did if they'd known what it took for you to be there.
Yeah? [The relief is palpable. He might actually cry with it, a little.] Thank you.
I really do try. I know I'm not perfect, and I don't expect any acknowledgement, I really don't. But it's awfully nice to hear, all the same. I care about people a whole lot. Too much, probably.
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[ He believes in fate to the extent that he's seen it at work. To the extent that it exists. But - ]
My fate was played out in the choices I made and the inevitability of their consequences. Yours was dictated to you by your mother.
I understand that it's how you were raised. I don't think that means you should accept it without question.
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I left, you know. I insisted on going to a real high school, and it was terrible, but I stuck it out, and after I graduated I told my parents I wanted to go to art school. I wasn't supposed to - I was supposed to stay with the church. Oh, my mom was so upset. I almost gave in, but... I left. I left, and I made it entirely on my own. A lot of what I learned growing up with the grieving makes me very good at my job, and I put myself through school by helping people in a different way.
But now here I am. And you know the people I find myself closest to? Necromancers, and people who died. I spent years pretending I couldn't see them or hear them, and now they mean everything to me.
I don't know how else to interpret that besides God having a plan for me.
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She had no business invoking fate to control you. You were a child, and there was plenty of time. God's plan never absolved her of her responsibility to keep you safe, and it sounds like starting too early pushed you away from what called to you, not toward it.
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She kept me safe. Please don't think she didn't. My mom is just about the most caring, kindest person alive. She just... She was raised in it too, you know? It's an honour and a responsibility.
I guess... maybe. I feel bad about it, now, like she was right all along.
I never wanted to stop helping people, though. Even here, it's all I really want to do. I like to think I do.
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[ God knows knowing there's somewhere he can go before things ever get bad again is solace enough, but Iggy's been kind on top of that. Made knowing it easy. How many others has he shown the same kindness and more? ]
You and she were looking at the world through a different lens, I know that. But your life is yours. We each find our way to our duty and our purpose in our own time. You don't need to feel bad for that.
I'm sure the people you've helped since taking your own path would be glad that you did if they'd known what it took for you to be there.
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I really do try. I know I'm not perfect, and I don't expect any acknowledgement, I really don't. But it's awfully nice to hear, all the same. I care about people a whole lot. Too much, probably.
That includes you, you realise.
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I might have noticed. [ Somewhere in the earnestness of their conversations. ] You do a good job. I hope you're proud of that.
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But seriously, then you. I hope you know if you ever need me for anything, I'll help you. You've been nice to me.
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If you ever need magical intervention, offer's open in return.
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Thank you.
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See you around.