[Anaxagoras is like this - he has a strength behind him, convictions that he could throw against god like he could win over Him in an battle of the minds. It's part of why he was drawn to the man in the first place - he may have a body of metal, but this man has a mind of steel.]
[He raises his head, meets that blinding gaze. It's like staring at the sun. Something liable to warm him and burn him up all this time.]
[His mouth feels dry, suddenly. In all matters, he's confident and cool and smooth and everything always comes up Hansa Cervantes, in the end.]
[But this feels like a challenge. Cards thrown on the table. Look in the shadows, stare the actual truth in the face. His own breath feels shaky, as he exhales, tries to regain his composure.]
Anaxagoras. What I have devoted to God is absolute. To enter an official relationship is akin to putting someone before Him. To have you, I would...have to step down as a priest. Leave the Church.
[It's not as simple as to throw it all away, pretend like this, this isn't technically "temptation" in its sincerest form.]
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[He raises his head, meets that blinding gaze. It's like staring at the sun. Something liable to warm him and burn him up all this time.]
[His mouth feels dry, suddenly. In all matters, he's confident and cool and smooth and everything always comes up Hansa Cervantes, in the end.]
[But this feels like a challenge. Cards thrown on the table. Look in the shadows, stare the actual truth in the face. His own breath feels shaky, as he exhales, tries to regain his composure.]
Anaxagoras. What I have devoted to God is absolute. To enter an official relationship is akin to putting someone before Him. To have you, I would...have to step down as a priest. Leave the Church.
[It's not as simple as to throw it all away, pretend like this, this isn't technically "temptation" in its sincerest form.]