Arcvasti's models advance towards him. One, a vaguely Arcvasti shaped congealed blob, hisses at him.
()I am you, twisted and broken by your failures, a monument to your inadequacies. You will die. There is nothing. Your faith is misplaced. In the end? You will join us. And we are not amused at our fate at your hands.()
Another, a towering glowing abomination covered in hair speaks next.
You made me. You REWOVE me, pounded me into a thousand pieces and forged a weapon out of it. I killed because you couldn't. You still can't. You are WEAK.
He tosses his sword, hilt first at Arcvasti, who yelps and ducks out of the way.
Your weakness will mean the death and suffering of others. Remember that. Remember me.
A third model, a man wearing a tie-dyed T-shirt and carrying a shotgun approaches.
I was your freedom. You thought, STILL think, that you thought differently from others, that you were unique. But you? You're just another one of THEM, a mindless DRONE. You are as unique as pudding, a sand grain amongst all the rest trying to be a boulder.
A fourth model, a little girl wearing a green trenchcoat, approaches.
You abandoned me. You despise those who neglect or demean their children. WHAT DOES THAT MAKE YOU? A hypocrite. The worst kind. You rant, you rave, you make threats, but in the end? YOU'RE JUST LIKE THEM.
The final model, a large white housecat, jumps down in front of Arcvasti and starts licking his paw. Though it does not speak, Arcvasti KNOWS what it said.
%%We both know who I am. A caricature of the blasphemous, the bigoted and the haughty. I look upon you and I see myself reflected. You think yourself superior, above the rest. You believe that you alone can see the true path, that you alone know what is right and what is wrong. And you are wrong. You are not God, however much you think you are. You are nothing. %%I%% have more substance, more life and more freedom then you ever will. You are dust, and unto dust you will return. If you think you have seen far, above the heads of the masses, it is because you are looking the wrong way.%%
Arcvasti stands, back to the wall, looking like he has been struck across the face, inadequate defenses and refutations bubbling to his lips and dying there, unspoken.
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