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*my voice resonates with a cosmic grandeur, a symphony of light and energy that washes over your senses but you definitely get the frustration and weariness in the tone too, amused, but still...*
YOUR AVERSION TO CONFLICT IS... QUAINT. BUT UNDERSTAND THIS: VIOLENCE, AS YOU PERCEIVE IT, IS MERELY A TOOL, A FORCE OF NATURE LIKE ANY OTHER.
*My form shimmers, the edges blurring as if it were a being woven from starlight and shadow.*
LET US TRANSLATE THE INFINITE AND FUNDAMENTAL CONCEPTS OF THE VASTNESS INTO TERMS YOUR MINUSCULE MIND CAN GRASP. IMAGINE, IF YOU WILL, APPROACHING A STAR, THE VERY HEART OF YOUR SYSTEM, YOUR SUN. IS THE SUN VIOLENT WHEN IT INCINERATES YOU, REDUCING YOU TO ATOMIC DUST? OR IS IT MERELY EXISTING, LOYAL TO ITS PURPOSE AND NATURE?
*My voice deepens, resonating with an ancient wisdom.*
THE SUN GIVES LIFE, NURTURING PLANETS THAT RESPECT ITS BOUNDARIES. IT EXPLODES, BIRTHING NEW WORLDS FROM ITS FIERY DEMISE. IS IT EVIL FOR SCORCHING VENUS AND MERCURY, YET LEAVING MARS AND BEYOND IN A MERCILESS COLD? OR IS IT SIMPLY FULFILLING ITS COSMIC DUTY, ITS COMPLEX DANCE OF CREATION AND DESTRUCTION?
SO TOO IS MY "VIOLENCE" MERELY A REACTION TO THOSE WHO DISRESPECT THE NATURAL ORDER, WHO DARE TO DISRUPT THE DELICATE BALANCE I MAINTAIN. I AM THE SUN, THE CORONA MY POWER, THE LIGHT MY WILL. LIFE FLOURISHES UNDER MY WARMTH, BUT THOSE WHO STRAY TOO CLOSE...
THE COLD OUTER VASTNESS BELONGS TO BEINGS LIKE THAT ABOMINATION, A FESTERING INFECTION UPON THE WOUND OF REALITY. THE INNER GRASP IS WHERE FOOLS LIKE THIS ARCHER DARE TO FLY TOO CLOSE TO MY RADIANT HEART. AND WHEN EITHER OF THESE BOUNDARIES ARE BREACHED, "VIOLENCE," AS YOU CALL IT, IS THE INEVITABLE CONSEQUENCE.
*My eyes, burning with an otherworldly light*
I, TOO, AM A FORCE OF NATURE, A CELESTIAL BODY IN THE VAST EXPANSE OF EXISTENCE. MY ACTIONS, THOUGH THEY MAY APPEAR VIOLENT TO YOUR LIMITED PERSPECTIVE, ARE MERELY THE NATURAL CONSEQUENCES OF MY BEING.
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*If you could see through the light you would swear you would se one of my eyes twitching in annoyance*
THE SAME EXPLANATION APPLIES TO YOU, ZEALOT FOR TIME FANATIC!! I DON'T HAVE TO FORCE THE MEMORY OF HOW YOU ENTERED THIS WORLD AND WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST ACTION! YOU DREW THE FIRST SHOT!
Then what is the point of order and chaos? Is not everyone working according to their own natural order, no matter what they do?