Azwel's eyes glitter as he listens. He's bent his entire concentration on what Loki is saying, his mind turning in its usual too-fast rings and gears, like a hypercomplex device smoothly ticking away at an unnatural speed.
"There's a trite old aphorism that the only certainty there is in life is its uncertainty. I don't hold with that, myself. There are things one can take as stable facts. And when those facts are proved wrong or in some way contradicted, one needs a solidly-understood answer as to why that is so. If I say the sun comes up in the east or that when I drop something it falls to the ground, I would need a very concrete reason for why it does not. Where that falls apart, it seems, is in less coldly demonstrable certainties. Finding out one's ancestors are not who one has lived one's life believing they are can strike to the core of a man. Of any hu--" he catches himself. "Of any sapient being. But those are my thoughts. I wish to know what yours are."
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"There's a trite old aphorism that the only certainty there is in life is its uncertainty. I don't hold with that, myself. There are things one can take as stable facts. And when those facts are proved wrong or in some way contradicted, one needs a solidly-understood answer as to why that is so. If I say the sun comes up in the east or that when I drop something it falls to the ground, I would need a very concrete reason for why it does not. Where that falls apart, it seems, is in less coldly demonstrable certainties. Finding out one's ancestors are not who one has lived one's life believing they are can strike to the core of a man. Of any hu--" he catches himself. "Of any sapient being. But those are my thoughts. I wish to know what yours are."