So, is that all this was? An attempt to… what? Trick me?
You make it sound like such a waste of time.
But why?
You keep using that word. I don’t think you fully understand the
implications. But, then again, we need not go into the broad spectrum, the
imminent cause will do. Why did I go on for so long just to fool you?
Yes. Why?
Ah, but the question answers itself.
How?
Why did I try to fool you? To fool you, that’s why.
To fool me, specifically?
Yes.
Is that all?
Again, you make it sound so foolish, but really, what could be more
important, more demanding of my time that the fate of a single soul? Have you
never learned? Or, like so many of your race, do you only view value in the
grand scale? Of men, not man, of nations, not homes, of civilizations, not
individual lives. Because small things have small significance, don’t they? For
surely, they must. Size matters, ha, after all. Goodness knows, important
things never come in small packages.
So you’re saying individual lives matter more than the masses.
Don’t you believe that?
I just never thought you would.
How you misjudge me. I know the truth. Individual lives matter more
than all of human civilization, my boy. Civilizations come and go, along with
governments and nation-states. Compared to the life of one human soul, all of
history is a passing fad. We, my kind, see this. The great ruse we play is
making sure you don’t. Making you think all of this, this mockery, this painted
backdrop that you play out all your drama against, is the “real”, the solid,
the meaningful. You give your lives for this, you will take other men’s lives
for this, and Hell laughs.
You are of monumental importance, dear child. Every soul is. That’s
why we tempt humans, not countries. These are but the furniture that makes up
the manor of your souls. Countries cannot be saved, people can. Civilizations
cannot be damned, any more than can a table, people can. You see so little. The
forest is a blinder for the trees.
Appearances can be deceiving.
Appearances are always deceiving, that’s why they’re called
appearances.
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