To my Own Tempo

Speech

Tempo couldn't help but roll his eyes at the comment she made about the nature of gods, he couldn't believe her, or maybe he didn't want to... because if what she said was true then it hurt all the more because that must mean that the bad gods were stronger. He listened silently as the girl spoke, anger and pain were simmering within him. He didn't want to proselytized to, he didn't want to be told his birth hadn't been a mistake.

The notion he'd been born to sow chaos hurt, it hurt him so bad. Because he didn't want to believe it was possible that he was meant to be born, to kill his parents. He screwed his eyes closed, but he didn't try to move. Maybe he'd accepted her presence as punishment or maybe he was hoping that in all her talk of gods she'd offer him respite, offer him a cure.

Finally Tempo looked at the girl. "I'm no god, and it's no gift, it's a curse." He searched her gaze, his desperation clear on his face. "Do you think I can learn to control it? Get rid of it?" He needed the hope that flared in his chest, even as he didn't want to let himself feel it.