Paradise Violated
"It proves nothing! If anything you haven't displayed anything that would convince even me!"
"What?!" Kruz exclaims.
"First of all, where are you? You're in a village of primitives! And so they saved you instead of eating you, big deal! We've come across peaceful tribes before. So you've managed to impress them that they made you their chieftain, that's not that big of an accomplishment. I myself have Lizards following me. They're primitives, they can be impressed by the simplest of things, and a strong personality can take advantage of that, BUT one truly destined for greatness can convince his peers!"
Kruz listens intently.
"Look at me; I have managed to convince my own people, as well as Lizards that I have a destiny! What did your people do when you merely tried to change their way of thinking a little bit? They attempted to kill you! They saw nothing within you that indicates greatness, they didn't respect you enough."
"You do not understand Mazatt society! We are not as open to change as you humans are!"
"Oh? Then how do you explain yourself? You certainly were open to change. No, do not blame your team for your own failings. Why I have just convinced a life long coward who used to do everything by the book to cast off the shackles of Empire slavery to believe in me. Why? Because he saw the destiny within me and he knew I was right! Your team didn't see it in you; otherwise they wouldn't have tried to kill you!"
Kruz has never had his belief challenged before, he begins to sweat and raise his voice.
"I found THIS! Proof that I am chosen! I have visions of what is to be!" he shouts and holds up the coin in desperation.
You pull out the five coins you have and slam them on the table. Kruz is surprised. You hold on to one of them and speak.
"If these prove anything, then the fact that I have five, proves that destiny still favors me more in quantity as well as quality. And as for your visions, you said you smacked your head pretty good when you were thrown off the cliff. It's more likely you've been suffering from delusions from a closed head injury."
Kruz looks down, you've shattered some of his confidence, now to finish it.
"And why did you not order me killed right away? If you really thought you were the chosen one, you would've killed me right away as either an imposter or a threat. But no, you wanted me to convince you, because deep down, you don't even believe you've been chosen. When you saw me, you knew I was the one." You stare hard at Kruz into his eyes enforcing your will.
He breaks down and falls to the floor and looks up at you.
"You are the chosenÂ…"
"What?!" Kruz exclaims.
"First of all, where are you? You're in a village of primitives! And so they saved you instead of eating you, big deal! We've come across peaceful tribes before. So you've managed to impress them that they made you their chieftain, that's not that big of an accomplishment. I myself have Lizards following me. They're primitives, they can be impressed by the simplest of things, and a strong personality can take advantage of that, BUT one truly destined for greatness can convince his peers!"
Kruz listens intently.
"Look at me; I have managed to convince my own people, as well as Lizards that I have a destiny! What did your people do when you merely tried to change their way of thinking a little bit? They attempted to kill you! They saw nothing within you that indicates greatness, they didn't respect you enough."
"You do not understand Mazatt society! We are not as open to change as you humans are!"
"Oh? Then how do you explain yourself? You certainly were open to change. No, do not blame your team for your own failings. Why I have just convinced a life long coward who used to do everything by the book to cast off the shackles of Empire slavery to believe in me. Why? Because he saw the destiny within me and he knew I was right! Your team didn't see it in you; otherwise they wouldn't have tried to kill you!"
Kruz has never had his belief challenged before, he begins to sweat and raise his voice.
"I found THIS! Proof that I am chosen! I have visions of what is to be!" he shouts and holds up the coin in desperation.
You pull out the five coins you have and slam them on the table. Kruz is surprised. You hold on to one of them and speak.
"If these prove anything, then the fact that I have five, proves that destiny still favors me more in quantity as well as quality. And as for your visions, you said you smacked your head pretty good when you were thrown off the cliff. It's more likely you've been suffering from delusions from a closed head injury."
Kruz looks down, you've shattered some of his confidence, now to finish it.
"And why did you not order me killed right away? If you really thought you were the chosen one, you would've killed me right away as either an imposter or a threat. But no, you wanted me to convince you, because deep down, you don't even believe you've been chosen. When you saw me, you knew I was the one." You stare hard at Kruz into his eyes enforcing your will.
He breaks down and falls to the floor and looks up at you.
"You are the chosenÂ…"