He could too, a little. But he hated me so much it gave him blind spots. And you kept your cool.
It made it so that he couldn't do something outrageous without feeling like a child throwing a tantrum, instead of a careless monster dispatching an irritant.
Which is exactly what he was doing. He was so - angry with you. That you had what he couldn't.
I
I wasn't so noticeably changed. Most people didn't catch a difference. And yet, I had everything I ever wanted. The promotion I sought. The title. A spotless reputation. The General's attention. A wife. A son on the way. But it didn't matter. None of it did. I was still discontent and miserable. Only I had no reason for it.
You were trapped in one scrap of a country with no respect for your sharp fox's heart, like a tiger trapped in a cage barely its own length. You were made to dance among the stars, my darling. You were meant for a world where gathering power will mean not merely victory over this rival or that, but that you will win the chance put your hand to the great tiller of time, and change a thousand thousand thousand lives.
[And it would be easy, to make them worse; Iago has learned the joy of the greater challenge. Jedao, even knowing that it is not principle or compassion which drives him, still trusts him to go there, to continue and not to destroy Jedao's own life's work.]
I still don't think I can comprehend of that scale.
I think it is fear that holds me back now.
[Iago is arrogant enough to have confidence in the way he moves forward. He still is driven by personal gains, personal pleasure, and the only thing stopping him is Mikodez, but - he can see the end of that nearing. As he approaches his year long anniversary of the Barge, he knows that he can graduate eventually. With enough work.]
The bad thing about caring for other people is that it's extremely difficult and inconvenient, and a lot of people twist themselves up with reasons why it's okay to hurt people anyway to get around it, which generally goes poorly for them and everyone else.
But the nice thing about caring about other people is that it's easy to do things that feel like they matter.
When you take up my work, healing that world, it won't matter to you because you care about any of those thousand thousand thousand people particularly. But it will matter to you, that you are achieving things that have not been achieved in over a thousand years, that your cleverness and determination have changed the unimaginable shape of the world.
You have never been satisfied with destruction, because you know in your heart that it is easy, and you have an ego that hungers for true greatness. When the world turns under your hand, and you chose to make it better, when you meet that challenge, you will finally have a victory worthy of you.
I have since the day you told me you wanted to go there. Since I let myself imagine it.
I couldn't
I couldn't leave them suffering in Kujen's winch, because it was an unbearable atrocity, and I cared more reflexively than breathing about every heretic's scream. And I left the place in a hideous, precarious shambles, the brutal old ways broken and new ones not yet built. But I couldn't stay, either. I couldn't give my whole heart and my maybe-endless life to a world that would always hate me. I'm too soft for it.
It is a pure gift, a miraculous relief to me, to know I can trust the next steps of that tumultuous future to you.
You have always wanted people to revere you, and they will; you will have the skill and the tools to make that happen. But you will only really be happy when you know that they should. And when the barge pronounces you ready to go on, it will be partly because you understand that about yourself, deeply and surely enough to resist the temptations of shortcuts. Your hunger is a force I can trust, more surely than any fallible heroism.
I am so terribly grateful for you to be exactly who are.
[He's quiet for a long time. He doesn't respond, mulling over what has essentially become a love letter to him.]
It isn't fair to you or me that you write these things when I feel as if death might swallow me again and again and I would beg for the privilege. When I cannot form the proper grateful words to convey how much they mean to me.
I came to this place and spent so long fighting against the reputation that was given to me. I don't know what to do with people who know that I can and should do better in a way that doesn't feel like giving up who I am.
It means I see the patterns, I see to the heart of things. I see how things fit together. You were wasted on Earth, but you will not be, in the Citadel of Eyes.
It means, when I tell you there is a place for you, good work for you, where you can be brilliant and ruthless and selfish and great and happy, it means I'm right.
Re: day after In the Undergrowth
Date: 2025-11-06 03:17 am (UTC)I consider getting out of it unscathed a success.
Re: day after In the Undergrowth
Date: 2025-11-06 05:18 am (UTC)It made it so that he couldn't do something outrageous without feeling like a child throwing a tantrum, instead of a careless monster dispatching an irritant.
[And his pride hadn't let him.]
Re: day after In the Undergrowth
Date: 2025-11-06 11:50 am (UTC)I
I wasn't so noticeably changed. Most people didn't catch a difference. And yet, I had everything I ever wanted. The promotion I sought. The title. A spotless reputation. The General's attention. A wife. A son on the way. But it didn't matter. None of it did. I was still discontent and miserable. Only I had no reason for it.
Re: day after In the Undergrowth
Date: 2025-11-08 05:12 am (UTC)Just because you won the game doesn't mean you had anyone worth playing with.
Re: day after In the Undergrowth
Date: 2025-11-08 01:57 pm (UTC)Re: day after In the Undergrowth
Date: 2025-11-11 05:16 pm (UTC)You were trapped in one scrap of a country with no respect for your sharp fox's heart, like a tiger trapped in a cage barely its own length. You were made to dance among the stars, my darling. You were meant for a world where gathering power will mean not merely victory over this rival or that, but that you will win the chance put your hand to the great tiller of time, and change a thousand thousand thousand lives.
[And it would be easy, to make them worse; Iago has learned the joy of the greater challenge. Jedao, even knowing that it is not principle or compassion which drives him, still trusts him to go there, to continue and not to destroy Jedao's own life's work.]
Re: day after In the Undergrowth
Date: 2025-11-11 07:27 pm (UTC)I think it is fear that holds me back now.
[Iago is arrogant enough to have confidence in the way he moves forward. He still is driven by personal gains, personal pleasure, and the only thing stopping him is Mikodez, but - he can see the end of that nearing. As he approaches his year long anniversary of the Barge, he knows that he can graduate eventually. With enough work.]
Re: day after In the Undergrowth
Date: 2025-11-16 01:22 am (UTC)What are you afraid of?
Re: day after In the Undergrowth
Date: 2025-11-16 01:38 am (UTC)Re: day after In the Undergrowth
Date: 2025-11-16 04:40 am (UTC)If you're not?
Re: day after In the Undergrowth
Date: 2025-11-16 04:47 am (UTC)What if I am simply broken, Jedao? What if I have this and I am still miserable because of what I am?
Re: day after In the Undergrowth
Date: 2025-11-16 04:49 pm (UTC)But the nice thing about caring about other people is that it's easy to do things that feel like they matter.
When you take up my work, healing that world, it won't matter to you because you care about any of those thousand thousand thousand people particularly. But it will matter to you, that you are achieving things that have not been achieved in over a thousand years, that your cleverness and determination have changed the unimaginable shape of the world.
You have never been satisfied with destruction, because you know in your heart that it is easy, and you have an ego that hungers for true greatness. When the world turns under your hand, and you chose to make it better, when you meet that challenge, you will finally have a victory worthy of you.
Re: day after In the Undergrowth
Date: 2025-11-16 07:02 pm (UTC)And, even then, I was bored. I was so bored that I wanted to throw myself off of the ship because it came so easy to me.
I think you're right.
I think I'd like to try and make things better and take that challenge instead.
But I don't know if you want me taking on your work. You've done so much already.
Re: day after In the Undergrowth
Date: 2025-11-16 07:26 pm (UTC)I have since the day you told me you wanted to go there. Since I let myself imagine it.
I couldn't
I couldn't leave them suffering in Kujen's winch, because it was an unbearable atrocity, and I cared more reflexively than breathing about every heretic's scream. And I left the place in a hideous, precarious shambles, the brutal old ways broken and new ones not yet built. But I couldn't stay, either. I couldn't give my whole heart and my maybe-endless life to a world that would always hate me. I'm too soft for it.
It is a pure gift, a miraculous relief to me, to know I can trust the next steps of that tumultuous future to you.
You have always wanted people to revere you, and they will; you will have the skill and the tools to make that happen. But you will only really be happy when you know that they should. And when the barge pronounces you ready to go on, it will be partly because you understand that about yourself, deeply and surely enough to resist the temptations of shortcuts. Your hunger is a force I can trust, more surely than any fallible heroism.
I am so terribly grateful for you to be exactly who are.
Re: day after In the Undergrowth
Date: 2025-11-16 07:32 pm (UTC)It isn't fair to you or me that you write these things when I feel as if death might swallow me again and again and I would beg for the privilege. When I cannot form the proper grateful words to convey how much they mean to me.
I came to this place and spent so long fighting against the reputation that was given to me. I don't know what to do with people who know that I can and should do better in a way that doesn't feel like giving up who I am.
Thank you.
Re: day after In the Undergrowth
Date: 2025-11-16 07:51 pm (UTC)Rest. And try to let go of your fear. Has Mikodez taught you what it means, that I am Crowned With Eyes?
Re: day after In the Undergrowth
Date: 2025-11-16 07:52 pm (UTC)Re: day after In the Undergrowth
Date: 2025-11-16 07:57 pm (UTC)It means, when I tell you there is a place for you, good work for you, where you can be brilliant and ruthless and selfish and great and happy, it means I'm right.
Re: day after In the Undergrowth
Date: 2025-11-16 08:15 pm (UTC)Re: day after In the Undergrowth
Date: 2025-11-16 08:42 pm (UTC)Re: day after In the Undergrowth
Date: 2025-11-16 09:23 pm (UTC)We can talk again when my head is better.
Re: day after In the Undergrowth
Date: 2025-11-16 09:25 pm (UTC)