Serph shakes his head, disagreeing. He isn't any stronger than the others. He's just done this before.
But if he says anything, he fears that everything else will come spilling out. The terrible familiarity of this situation. The strangeness of everything else. His unknown but terrible past life he doesn't recall. The new worry that his attempts to seek Nirvana is what traps him in this cycle of violence, again and again and again.
So he keeps his silence, like he always does. Like he did right until the moment he died.
Serph shifts into a more comfortable position, feathers briefly brushing over John before he settles back down, unbothered by the way John's gaze never leaves him.
"Maybe," he murmurs, eyes closing. There is a long pause before he says quietly, "Is it better to watch others suffer or suffer with them?"
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But if he says anything, he fears that everything else will come spilling out. The terrible familiarity of this situation. The strangeness of everything else. His unknown but terrible past life he doesn't recall. The new worry that his attempts to seek Nirvana is what traps him in this cycle of violence, again and again and again.
So he keeps his silence, like he always does. Like he did right until the moment he died.
Serph shifts into a more comfortable position, feathers briefly brushing over John before he settles back down, unbothered by the way John's gaze never leaves him.
"Maybe," he murmurs, eyes closing. There is a long pause before he says quietly, "Is it better to watch others suffer or suffer with them?"