Gods, that was the worst part about it. All those people praying to something that looked at them like funny bugs. I don't know what possesses people to worship things out to destroy them, I really don't, but I see it time and again.
I'd agree with you if I hadn't seen the fervor in some of their eyes. I've met cultists before, more times than I'd care to admit. A whole lot of them really buy in wholesale. They really do think it's only everyone else their terrible monster-god will devour.
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[ His vicious glee fades just a bit into something a little more pensive. ]
They kiss ass in the hope that they'll end up spared.
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I guess, really, it's just all about who overwhelms you. Who's charismatic. Who's able to convince you to hurl yourself off a cliff.
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[this quickly followed be a scoff.]
There's not charm enough in the universe for me. They'd have to club me and toss me off themselves.
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