Dirk wrinkles his nose--a rare expression of overt emotion, but Hythlodaeus' whole spiel is the rhetorical equivalent of eating rotten shellfish.
"That would be my direct descendents," he deadpans in response, his voice lacking any of the feeling he just wore on his face.
"Are you suggesting you're up to the task? Because there's a pool of eight or ten people in the entirety of reality who could qualify for that before my ascension. Now? I'm not really capable of leaving the 'spotlight' any more, and neither are my progeny. It shines wherever we stand, and moves only where I so choose to aim it."
He shrugs then, as though indifferent.
"I'm aware that a complete self like mine is the baseline of personhood at your level, but there are still some differences between us."
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"That would be my direct descendents," he deadpans in response, his voice lacking any of the feeling he just wore on his face.
"Are you suggesting you're up to the task? Because there's a pool of eight or ten people in the entirety of reality who could qualify for that before my ascension. Now? I'm not really capable of leaving the 'spotlight' any more, and neither are my progeny. It shines wherever we stand, and moves only where I so choose to aim it."
He shrugs then, as though indifferent.
"I'm aware that a complete self like mine is the baseline of personhood at your level, but there are still some differences between us."