... I... would heed your wishes to the best of my ability. Forgetting is not something within my power to promise, though. Not truly.
[Zhongli sighs, his tail curling a little more tightly, almost as if in self-reassurance. Memory itself is a strange thing, after all. One cannot completely erase one's actions, the history that's already written, and even that which is forgotten is often unearthed at the strangest of times.]
But... were it your wish, I could claim ignorance to your story. Loath though I am to give up what I was willing to stake my entire being on... that is a contract within my power to uphold.
[a beat, and then his fingers run gently down Dohalim's back.]
Of course, as with all valid contracts, both sides must find some benefit to the stipulations set forth. You would ask me to ignore my precious memories, to lock away my fondness... these facts make it difficult to say what a balanced contract would be.
Let you forget, I am not without my own selfishness, Dohalim. Quite the opposite, in fact; there was a time when I was, perhaps, the one God most hungry for power, long before I ever dreamed of something so final as a contract.
[this, of course, is ill known among even the greatest of historians anymore. The fact that Zhongli rarely omits information and lies even less still is the only semblance of confirmation the words hold.]
no subject
[Zhongli sighs, his tail curling a little more tightly, almost as if in self-reassurance. Memory itself is a strange thing, after all. One cannot completely erase one's actions, the history that's already written, and even that which is forgotten is often unearthed at the strangest of times.]
But... were it your wish, I could claim ignorance to your story. Loath though I am to give up what I was willing to stake my entire being on... that is a contract within my power to uphold.
[a beat, and then his fingers run gently down Dohalim's back.]
Of course, as with all valid contracts, both sides must find some benefit to the stipulations set forth. You would ask me to ignore my precious memories, to lock away my fondness... these facts make it difficult to say what a balanced contract would be.
Let you forget, I am not without my own selfishness, Dohalim. Quite the opposite, in fact; there was a time when I was, perhaps, the one God most hungry for power, long before I ever dreamed of something so final as a contract.
[this, of course, is ill known among even the greatest of historians anymore. The fact that Zhongli rarely omits information and lies even less still is the only semblance of confirmation the words hold.]