[X] The Vermin God is the Power of nihilism, of belief in nothing. A selfishness so complete that it would devour itself and think itself genius in the doing. (+1 Endings XP)
To slay the Sunflower or die trying."My Grandmother, who marched under King Shao in the beginning. Had six brothers and sisters. She had many Uncles, many Aunts, and even more cousins. The Jungle took all of her siblings, by the time she had reached by age and realm. This was normal enough. It was expected by our Masters that we would give our lives for the Lords of the Lakes. It was not our lot to grow old," the woman said.
"Grandmother was not satisfied with this. We live to kill her, the jungle. To kill her and claim her rather than cowering behind walls and being taken one by one. The West dies on its feet instead of its knees, and take more than we give. Grandmother passed in her meditation room. I have five brothers and one sister. Only two of them have died. We may still die, but it is better to be predator than prey. Better to go out and hunt than hide in our burrows like worms."
To make a home for themselves, because they have no choice remaining.When posed the question, the old man had chewed on his pipe for a time and answered shortly.
The West was carving the jungle into a home. The only home they could ever have. Not one of them could ever go back, even if they wished too.
Ling QI could acknowledge that, as much as she might not like too. Bai Meizhen was her friend, but the Bai clan's reputation was well founded. Even Meizhen would not bat an eye at the idea that the Bai clan would kill everyone who had followed Sun Shao if they could, no matter if they were not even born at the time of the split.
Another, one closer to their age by her reckoning, a young man in armor that seemed to be made of sharpened razors of volcanic glass, affixed to some kind of plant fiber backing. He looked like he felt sorry for Ji Rong, As if her company were some great trial.
For him, the Sun were building the martial might of the Empire. They were proof that the Empire was no spent force content only to gnaw at its own tail, that the barbarians on the border could and would fall, that might and martial virtue were not tied up and captive to the most ancient traditions alone.
The common thread that wound through the Western soldiers boiled down to something near to that. There was a bone deep certainty they had no true allies. That they were surrounded on all sides by enemies at worst and scavengers at best. That they would live and die with one another alone.
There was a thread of more with the younger of them. The idea that others could be made to see their virtue, that they were alone, but did not have to be.
That nobody but their own is willing to give aid in dire straits, not where it matters"How have you convinced these people to accept you so completely, they do not trust outsiders much I think."
Ji Rong grunted, crossing his arms. They were heading to the edge of the compound. They had spoken to several others, and gotten little more. Myths and tales of the Red Goddess. She who hungered for the blood of dragons. Who demanded that her worshippers feed her blood, unending blood, and take the flesh and souls of demons into their own bodies, and become demons themselves. There were a few other snippets that might be useful, but she would think on them later.
He took a minute to answer, leaving them to walk in silence. "I signed up. Did what they asked. I'm staying in the jungle. I picked up that they don't get a lot willing to commit."
"And that is enough?"
He shrugged. "I'm one of them now. Call me a thug, but I spilled my blood, passed my initiation, put on their colors. It's never really that much more complicated than that when you get down to it."