Another Andrastian, more orthodox and less prone to thinking about his faith, might be offended at that question.
Myr--Myr makes a little "ah!" of delight at it being asked, even as he takes a moment to audibly snip away at something before responding. "You've hit on an old point of contention, messere. The Maker did recognize His own failing in creating the spirits, but also seemed to hold them to account for it--an unworthy act for One who loves justice as much as He did.
"I personally hold to the reading that Threnodies was written to, mm, overstate His disappointment as with the spirits and not that He had not Made what He aimed to." More snipping, followed by a quiet hollow thunk of a squash being dropped on a pile of its fellows. "Especially after the Nevarran Accord, there were reasons to paint the Fade's first residents as being under His condemnation from the start, rather than just His dismay."
All said quite blithely and gamely, in a way that does not--yet--admit Myr's own deeper and tangled feelings on the matter. His brain's still too cloudy for going into the "uncomfortable doubts" end of the theology pool.
100% a pride demon. ISOs as mankind. tron as a spirit of...justice, maybe??
Myr--Myr makes a little "ah!" of delight at it being asked, even as he takes a moment to audibly snip away at something before responding. "You've hit on an old point of contention, messere. The Maker did recognize His own failing in creating the spirits, but also seemed to hold them to account for it--an unworthy act for One who loves justice as much as He did.
"I personally hold to the reading that Threnodies was written to, mm, overstate His disappointment as with the spirits and not that He had not Made what He aimed to." More snipping, followed by a quiet hollow thunk of a squash being dropped on a pile of its fellows. "Especially after the Nevarran Accord, there were reasons to paint the Fade's first residents as being under His condemnation from the start, rather than just His dismay."
All said quite blithely and gamely, in a way that does not--yet--admit Myr's own deeper and tangled feelings on the matter. His brain's still too cloudy for going into the "uncomfortable doubts" end of the theology pool.