"You did say: 'We are what we are made to be.' This implies that we cannot gain another form or function. I am proof of this, as are you. Fate is a crutch used by the weak as an excuse for their circumstances. 'Creation' and 'order' themselves are two separate things. It is completely possible to destroy something in a completely ordered fashion. Now, as for my fate, I have chosen it. I have made my choice, and will see it through to it's end. If I wished to change this, I could, but my wishes are mine alone."
Cel shook her head. He wasn't making any sense now.
"The big picture isn't my concern. I'm just making room for the ones who are worthy of considering the big picture. This whole world is a tiny fleck of dust amid the dark chill of the universe, and the creatures upon it's surface less than ants to other beings that inhabit it. We would do well to appease those things greater than ourselves, lest we be seen as a nuisance..."
Grayell chuckled then. He finished getting himself wiped off and then studied her... before he placed his hands on her hips and turned her to face him. He took a moment, studied Cel's strange and yet enticing eyes.
Listen to me Jasmine. Regardless of your quest to crap on what I consider home, I wish you the best of luck. Know why? Because you simply wouldn't be the same without your little quest. It defines you and in turn, who you are makes me smile.
Now, I have my own plans. Not so grand as yours, but they define me. That does put us at odds though, we don't see eye to eye on what needs to be done, what we value.
So let me say this much. This little speck of dust has seen all manner of threats and it's people press on, they survive because it is what they were created to do. That is what they are made to be. You might consider that your agenda ignores or conflicts with the bigger picture entirely.... that maybe what you're trying to do simply isn't possible.
But don't change Cel. Not for me, not for anyone. You'd be all too dull then.
He let her loose and turned to grab his gear.
And Cel? Should I be wrong and you be right... just know it's not personal. You know I'll stand in your way. If you kill me... well. Just remember me fondly when I'm gone. I wouldn't want it any other way doll.
Cel looked at gray solemnly, unsure of what exactly to do at this juncture. She didn't NOT like him, but he was one of THEM, which made things... complicated.
"Grayell... I can't kill you. You know that. You're too useful. Maybe... I'll keep you as a pet, if I'm permitted. Maybe, if you do kill me first, you could at least warn the rest of your race about the dangers from outside..."
Other heroes had said the same of their own worlds. That they were built to survive, but they were also enslaved and brought to heel by the ruinous powers.
"Remember, Grayell: A suspicious mind is a healthy mind."
With that, she strode off into the forest. She needed to find a certain blind beast.
Grayell on chuckled as possibly the strangest woman he had ever known walked of with seemingly little purpose into the wilds. He grabbed the last of his gear and looked once more at the wallow.
Ah Cel. I won't let it come to that. Not on your life.