that is the sound of a backhand against Devero's face, more than enough force to knock him out of Ori's own loosening grip and back on to the floor. And while Devero is no small man - a bit larger than Ori, in fact, though not by much - Ori's strength is nothing to be shy about, and as he moves to press his foot down on Devero's neck...
"'Nothing' would not speak. I appreciate 'nothing'." Perhaps that offers some insight in to the art in the foyer, but- "At best, you aspire for it. Otherwise, you are a blight whose only purpose is to desperately try and find a way to balance the weight you place on others' shoulders."
That foot presses down.
"You are fed. You are clothed. You are given everything. And you dare think you are 'nothing'?"
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that is the sound of a backhand against Devero's face, more than enough force to knock him out of Ori's own loosening grip and back on to the floor. And while Devero is no small man - a bit larger than Ori, in fact, though not by much - Ori's strength is nothing to be shy about, and as he moves to press his foot down on Devero's neck...
"'Nothing' would not speak. I appreciate 'nothing'." Perhaps that offers some insight in to the art in the foyer, but- "At best, you aspire for it. Otherwise, you are a blight whose only purpose is to desperately try and find a way to balance the weight you place on others' shoulders."
That foot presses down.
"You are fed. You are clothed. You are given everything. And you dare think you are 'nothing'?"