Raistlin was curious, but also bored. Detached. Sanzo was forever a bug under the glass to him. Nothing but a strange creature who shared Konzen's pure golden soul. There it was, blazing beneath withering, frail mortal flesh.
He wondered, sometimes. Did Genjyo Sanzo feel it, like the furnace of magic he himself felt? Burning, consuming, eating away at him... or was it a force he merely exerted, and did not feel?
Fascinating questions, but he would hardly deign to ask them. This human, rotting away to his gaze...
It began anew every time he blinked -- and he didn't blink much. This withering mortal would hardly understand those questions, even if he posed them. Genjyo Sanzo wasn't prepared to understand them; wasn't permitted to understand them. That was how reincarnation was supposed to work, it seemed. Even for a God.
So, he didn't ask. But he did stare, and wonder. And he didn't reply, not for a good long, silent few moments.
"Haven," came the raspy whisper of a voice, and Raistlin let go of the Staff of Magius. It remained upright while he pulled a file folder out of thin air and flipped through the pages within. "...Ah," he said after another moment, his own voice showing no sign of improvement. Not a temporary thing for him, then. "You were in that batch."
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Date: Apr. 1st, 2016 08:26 am (UTC)He wondered, sometimes. Did Genjyo Sanzo feel it, like the furnace of magic he himself felt? Burning, consuming, eating away at him... or was it a force he merely exerted, and did not feel?
Fascinating questions, but he would hardly deign to ask them. This human, rotting away to his gaze...
It began anew every time he blinked -- and he didn't blink much. This withering mortal would hardly understand those questions, even if he posed them. Genjyo Sanzo wasn't prepared to understand them; wasn't permitted to understand them. That was how reincarnation was supposed to work, it seemed. Even for a God.
So, he didn't ask. But he did stare, and wonder. And he didn't reply, not for a good long, silent few moments.
"Haven," came the raspy whisper of a voice, and Raistlin let go of the Staff of Magius. It remained upright while he pulled a file folder out of thin air and flipped through the pages within. "...Ah," he said after another moment, his own voice showing no sign of improvement. Not a temporary thing for him, then. "You were in that batch."