"If they were exposed to just my powers, then they probably wouldn't, no. If I faced them as I am, I'm certain they'd be crying about a demon rather than worrying about whether or not I have powers, I imagine."
Altair wondered what they'd do. Stand and a fight or run and cower. Altair's money was on the second option. The Templars weren't brave warriors fighting to protect the innocent, after all. The only time they acted was when they thought they had found an easy target to victimize. Abhorrent bullies who would not be able to survive even a day as a mage, of that Altair was sure.
Now that the truth was out, Altair internally debated whether or not to trap Templars in their own nightmares in the future, really.
After a second, he decided against it- knowing the Templars they would not see the error of their ways, but instead let it drive them further into zealotry and push them even further into thinking that mages were dangerous and that their mission was a just one.
Altair was certain that this Maker of theirs could descend down to the world in a spectacular show of the heavens opening up and a celestial choir resounding throughout all the lands and the Templars would likely turn on him too and think him a mage to victimize instead.
"Does magic normally sing then?" He asked then, a bit of curiosity working its way into his voice, pushing thoughts of foolish and cruel Templars from his mind for now. He didn't think that it was a literal singing, after all. Perhaps more like the whispers he sometimes heard in places, like the subtle rush in the Force when thoughts and intents shifted around him.
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Altair wondered what they'd do. Stand and a fight or run and cower. Altair's money was on the second option. The Templars weren't brave warriors fighting to protect the innocent, after all. The only time they acted was when they thought they had found an easy target to victimize. Abhorrent bullies who would not be able to survive even a day as a mage, of that Altair was sure.
Now that the truth was out, Altair internally debated whether or not to trap Templars in their own nightmares in the future, really.
After a second, he decided against it- knowing the Templars they would not see the error of their ways, but instead let it drive them further into zealotry and push them even further into thinking that mages were dangerous and that their mission was a just one.
Altair was certain that this Maker of theirs could descend down to the world in a spectacular show of the heavens opening up and a celestial choir resounding throughout all the lands and the Templars would likely turn on him too and think him a mage to victimize instead.
"Does magic normally sing then?" He asked then, a bit of curiosity working its way into his voice, pushing thoughts of foolish and cruel Templars from his mind for now. He didn't think that it was a literal singing, after all. Perhaps more like the whispers he sometimes heard in places, like the subtle rush in the Force when thoughts and intents shifted around him.