[ So he intends to change it. Perhaps, a sign that Sion allies himself with the Resistance, but it matters not to Julius. He would not root the man out, for he is someone with a heart that seemed to fall on the side of justice. Julius' own judgement may be flawed, but he thinks he can put his trust in him. But he cannot put that same trust in himself, so it is with evident surprise shifting into subdued uncertainty that he responds. ]
I... am not worthy of such an honour, Director.
[ His gaze falls to his hands, a gesture enough to give insight into what weighs on his mind. Hands stained with blood not just on their surface, but to his very core. A man destined to become a monster, to destroy.
"This is your final trial, my dear Julius... you will discard your m̡̤̩͇̠oṟ̠̩̞͜t̩̗̯̼a̩̦̟͎͈͕l̲͈̪̪ ̰̭͘s̻͈h̗͕̜͜e̳̖̹̲͎l̛̺l̰̝͓̤̣͈ͅand ascend to become the k͍̫͉͎͈̦i̳̦̼͓͖̪̺n̫̩̻̟̟̰̜g̞̹͚̝̀ of a n̙͍̗͎e͚͕̦w ͓́gr͢á̹͔̩ņ̱͍̬̞͓̩d҉̱͙ o҉̼r̦̳͔͟d̴̖̼̜̼̣ḙ͇̼̠̥̜̻r̭̲͖͔̬̹ upon this world."
A role he did not want, a role that would eat at his sanity until he gives in to it or to death. ]
It is a noble cause, but I would not deserve to be at the helm.
[ Not a refusal out of principle, but a refusal out of a lack of his own worth. ]
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I... am not worthy of such an honour, Director.
[ His gaze falls to his hands, a gesture enough to give insight into what weighs on his mind. Hands stained with blood not just on their surface, but to his very core. A man destined to become a monster, to destroy.
"This is your final trial, my dear Julius... you will discard your m̡̤̩͇̠oṟ̠̩̞͜t̩̗̯̼a̩̦̟͎͈͕l̲͈̪̪ ̰̭͘s̻͈h̗͕̜͜e̳̖̹̲͎l̛̺l̰̝͓̤̣͈ͅand ascend to become the k͍̫͉͎͈̦i̳̦̼͓͖̪̺n̫̩̻̟̟̰̜g̞̹͚̝̀ of a n̙͍̗͎e͚͕̦w ͓́gr͢á̹͔̩ņ̱͍̬̞͓̩d҉̱͙ o҉̼r̦̳͔͟d̴̖̼̜̼̣ḙ͇̼̠̥̜̻r̭̲͖͔̬̹ upon this world."
A role he did not want, a role that would eat at his sanity until he gives in to it or to death. ]
It is a noble cause, but I would not deserve to be at the helm.
[ Not a refusal out of principle, but a refusal out of a lack of his own worth. ]