My tale is to be told for love.
Jun. 8th, 2025 07:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tamblrtrainI wrote something in a fit of passion because I was playing through Canto VII of Limbus Company and saw a quote that pissed me off. Non-spoilery, though, just philosophical.
For context, the specific quote was as follows:
Sansón: Well, why stop now? Don't you just love sharing the stories of your adventures with everyone? Isn't this exactly what you have always wished for?
Sansón: You have such a captive audience before you, listening to your tale more intently than ever. You won't get another opportunity like this.
The point of a tale is to be enjoyed. If mine listeners enjoy naught of what I tell, it's better I allow them tune my voice into background chatter as they engage in their other tasks, living out their lives not in suffering. I will not force them to listen—you take the phrase far too literally. I want a captive audience where they are hanging off my every word, not where they dread it, not where they use it to fill up the moments of agony. If they ask me for a tale, I will look—I will look into their eyes to see if they mean it, and in just what way they mean it. If they truly wish to listen, if they truly wish to know, if it's nothing but pure, unbridled curiosity—of course I'd indulge them. If they only want my voice to passively listen to, I will oblige them—I do enjoy the sound of my own voice. But if they only want it because they cannot do naught else, if they only want it because there is nothing else they can want, if they only say they want it when it's the furthest thing from the truth, I will not speak. I will hold my tongue forever unless the circumstance changes. And I hope you know that. I truly do.
For context, the specific quote was as follows:
Sansón: Well, why stop now? Don't you just love sharing the stories of your adventures with everyone? Isn't this exactly what you have always wished for?
Sansón: You have such a captive audience before you, listening to your tale more intently than ever. You won't get another opportunity like this.
The point of a tale is to be enjoyed. If mine listeners enjoy naught of what I tell, it's better I allow them tune my voice into background chatter as they engage in their other tasks, living out their lives not in suffering. I will not force them to listen—you take the phrase far too literally. I want a captive audience where they are hanging off my every word, not where they dread it, not where they use it to fill up the moments of agony. If they ask me for a tale, I will look—I will look into their eyes to see if they mean it, and in just what way they mean it. If they truly wish to listen, if they truly wish to know, if it's nothing but pure, unbridled curiosity—of course I'd indulge them. If they only want my voice to passively listen to, I will oblige them—I do enjoy the sound of my own voice. But if they only want it because they cannot do naught else, if they only want it because there is nothing else they can want, if they only say they want it when it's the furthest thing from the truth, I will not speak. I will hold my tongue forever unless the circumstance changes. And I hope you know that. I truly do.
