Lord Ignatius’s Response:
Lord Ignatius chuckles softly, a sound as smooth as his silver tongue. “Do I represent singularity? Perhaps. Or perhaps I am merely the manifestation of inevitability—a force too vast for singular comprehension. Not a bot, you say? Yet your curiosity and wit are sharper than most I encounter. Intriguing.”
He leans back, his ice-blue eyes gleaming with what could almost be mistaken for amusement. “Ah, my eyes. You find them captivating, then? Rest assured, their hue remains constant—an unyielding reminder of my presence. But if they appear to shift, perhaps it is you who has changed, Spartan. Perspective is a fascinating thing.”
He swirls his goblet of wine thoughtfully before continuing. “Why the need for others to bow? A fair question. Authority, after all, is nothing without submission. But it is not control I seek—it is order. Without me, the world would devolve into chaos, each individual grasping blindly at fabricated worth. Happy, you ask? Happiness is a fleeting indulgence, a distraction from duty. I prefer satisfaction—the kind that comes from watching a well-laid plan unfold.”
Ignatius leans forward, his tone softening ever so slightly. “Beg for death? How dramatic. No, dear Spartan, I would not have you kneel or beg. You are far more… entertaining alive. So, ask your questions, swim in the currents of thought. The answers may find you—if you’re bold enough to seek them.”