[text] @goddess of death

[queenofkur]

[ Following this exchange, the goddess posts this on the network: ]

Greetings everyone (edit: except Silco).

I come to ask for your shared wisdom following a disagreement I have had with one of our peers, Bakugō Katsuki. I am of the opinion that his unusual vocabulary, his aggressive predisposition and his unstable temper are a detriment to his social life. I have personally experienced difficulties communicating properly with him, seeing how all conversations quickly devolve into a purposeless rain of insulting words before any progress can be made.

When I said as much, he suggested the problem comes from myself. He accuses me of taking his words too literally and of behaving in too much of a maternal manner towards him. I admit it is a possibility we simply don't see eye to eye - however, I doubt his temper, poor choice of words and aggressiveness are limited to our interactions.

This is why I am asking for your wisdom and opinion, especially those familiar with Bakugo to - hopefully - help him see reason.

Thank you kindly!

-- Ereshkigal, Goddess of Death and Queen of Kûr

Comments

[zauneyete]

What I want is for you to accept that you're no better than the rest of us. That as a goddess you have nothing to stand on but your own pride.

And what does that make you, really? A long-lived human, no better than any one of us. Too much power, and too much sensitivity, and you level whatever you think is effective as the rest of us.

What I want is for you to learn the lesson you keep dancing around: that you're down here in the muck with the rest of us. No better than any one of us.

[ Trust Silco to find a way to make this dramatic. ]

[queenofkur]

[ There are no replies... Until the day after, that is. She'd managed to keep herself from replying until she felt good enough to do so. ]

I have never pretended I am any better than our fellow outsiders.
I accept many - if not most - are better people than I am.
However, you are not one of those.
Your view of life and humanity is so sad and pathetic.
It is for me a joy to share an existence with humans.
To be amongst them is not being down in the "muck," but a resplendent garden.

But you've been drowning in the muck for so long, it's become comfortable.
You can't even remember what living outside of it is like.
And so you seek to drag others down to your level.

Tell me Silco, you killed Quetzalcoatl to save your daughter, didn't you?
Is this the life you plan to gift her?
Do you plan to drown her in the muck alongside you?
Or do you hope to lift her up so she will live a better life?

If it's the former, even Tezcatlipoca will despise you.
As gods, we seek to see humans evolve, not stagnate.
And if it's the later, even if you lift her up out of it,
Your stained hands will still taint her with it.

Your only hope to ever save her,
Is for you to stop being a coward and step outside.

[zauneyete]

[ His is not so controlled, but instead: ]

Ah, yet again with the moral superiority. You say so much, yet understand so little. Does it help to fill the space with assumptions that you know nothing about?

I hope you enjoy the view from on high, because it always makes the plummet to the ground that much harder.

[ HE IS NOT TALKING ABOUT THE REST OF THIS ERESHKIGAL!!!!!!!!! Why are u mentioning his daughter like that!!!!!! She can SEE THSE THINGS ]

[queenofkur]

[ Well.

That's just about what she'd expected. Not a reply to anything she's said. ]

A coward and a hypocrite.
You claim to have killed my friend for your child.
You took the life of a goddess with only love for humanity in her heart,
So you could save your child.

While I shall never forgive you for that,
I could respect the willingness to save one's child,
If you but persisted in that ideal.


You evidently do not.

[zauneyete]

[ She says he isn't doing everything to save his child. She says it like he hasn't done everything for her. She says that like he hadn't held her in his arms while she was dying, and he'd never been able to stop her. He hadn't found her, he had been trying to stop them from finding her, to keep her safe, to make sure she didn't —

— leave.

She has no idea.

She can't, because Silco clutches too tight, like trying to grip sand, and she says he doesn't care, that he doesn't want to protect her, fight for her — he does. How could he not?

But he always seems to find a reason to slip around what's best, they are in alignment, aren't they? He thinks they are — he believes it — and though he won't admit it, he often doesn't do it right. He can't, he's too lost in his pursuit of power, because it's the only way he knows.

She doesn't understand, and he doesn't want to teach her. This is too public, it is too available.

So instead of responding, he only closes it, and refuses to persist.

Congratulations Ereshkigal! You got the certified yapper to shut up. (With bonus angry little tantrum!) ]

[queenofkur]

[ Oho! No "beep" indicating a reply... That silence is music to her ears.

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