It's... different. He knew little of Liyue affairs, but he knows what this meant. It wasn't a statement of power, it was a curse that Morax must deal with... a burden.
If not Morax, who would have prevented chaos?
That expression wouldn't be much different to those who had come across the other side of Morax's weapon. Barbatos notes the differences – how restrained it was and truthfully... he feels the imprisonment that Morax places upon himself. It pains him, truly, being the God of Freedom – but he ignores his own discomfort for a moment... because Morax was not grieving like mortals would.
He doesn't know how.
To grieve is a mortal thing, something finite and with a start and end. One day, no matter if it is in life or death, grieving does stop. That truth is unavoidable, but... Barbatos doesn't like to think about it. He has his own set of issues that he holds to his chest.
Morax's reaction is more gentle than he anticipated. Be gone, Barbatos. Not today! That is how he pictured the stuffy Archon... but. He keeps his distance, careful – only because he feels pity. ]
Oh, that's fine. [ He fetches out a bottle of wine and wags it around. ] This is for me. My gift is my company, with no reciprocation needed.
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It's... different. He knew little of Liyue affairs, but he knows what this meant. It wasn't a statement of power, it was a curse that Morax must deal with... a burden.
If not Morax, who would have prevented chaos?
That expression wouldn't be much different to those who had come across the other side of Morax's weapon. Barbatos notes the differences – how restrained it was and truthfully... he feels the imprisonment that Morax places upon himself. It pains him, truly, being the God of Freedom – but he ignores his own discomfort for a moment... because Morax was not grieving like mortals would.
He doesn't know how.
To grieve is a mortal thing, something finite and with a start and end. One day, no matter if it is in life or death, grieving does stop. That truth is unavoidable, but... Barbatos doesn't like to think about it. He has his own set of issues that he holds to his chest.
Morax's reaction is more gentle than he anticipated. Be gone, Barbatos. Not today! That is how he pictured the stuffy Archon... but. He keeps his distance, careful – only because he feels pity. ]
Oh, that's fine. [ He fetches out a bottle of wine and wags it around. ] This is for me. My gift is my company, with no reciprocation needed.