paradisa | WINTER WRAP-UP!

WINTER WRAP-UP!

[Good morning, Paradisa! You know what today is. That's right, it's WINTER WRAP-UP!!! Now that you've gotten your note about your task -- put on your coats, scarves, and gloves, and get to work!]

CASTLE SHOVELING | CLOUD MOVING | WILDLIFE AWAKENING | PUTTING OUT THE FIRES | ICE SCORING | CASTLE SEED PLANTING | BIRD DIRECTING | BIRD NESTS | TOWER CLEANING | CITY STREET PLOWING | CITY FOOD PLANTING | ORGANIZATION TEAM

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I do not know what that means! [He shakes his head.] But this is what I meant: it is hard to just change one's thoughts when one has been fed them for a lifetime!

It is not hard when your thoughts are all insane and completely lacking any kind of scientific basis!

You're not exactly explaining this science, you're just throwing words at me.

How can I explain the science to a man who thinks women are just... ovens?

Explain what those words mean, perhaps?

[HELPLESS SHRUG]

And I do not think women are just ovens. They are human beings.

They are basic parts of biology, how can I explain them to you? I told you that a woman contributes half of the baby's very existence, and you answered that a woman is just an incubator for sperm. Tell me, do you look nothing like your mother? Your brothers, your sister -- are you all just exact clones of your father? Because if only your father's seed created you, then you should all be identical to him.

[Would you believe that humans didn't consider that until like, the 1700s? Only THEN did some guy intentionally breed a spaniel with another dog and then realize that the puppies looked like a mix of both. What. the. fuck. humanity. Apparently this shit just doesn't occur to people.

Ezio just stares for a second. He's not sure what clones are, and he doesn't want to ask and risk looking stupid[er], but he can guess from clues.]

No... we did not look identical to him.

And what is your explanation for that, if you believe that the father's makeup [she gestures vaguely at herself -- Molotov doesn't know any simpler alternatives for "genes" and "DNA"] alone creates a child? Where do the other features come from?

[Helpless look.]

... God?

God? God giving a child its mother's eyes is a better explanation than the idea of a woman genetically contributing to the creation of the baby?

I did not say it was better, I'm just telling you what I was taught!

Well, what you were taught was idiotic, because there is no God. I cannot believe any assassin worth his own skin would hold faith in fairy tales.

[A little defensive at that.]

There was an angel here, and the Serpent is still here. If they are real, how is it a fairy tale?

I met "God", and he was nothing more than an old man with delusions of grandeur. Crazy people are crazy people regardless of who they claim to be.

God was here?

That is what he said. He had some powers, but so many here do. He was unimpressive.

[This is actually false. He made a point of scaring the hell out of Molotov, mostly because she was being a bitch. She still didn't think he was God, though.]

[He's silent for a moment. He's not sure if he's defending Christianity because he truly believes it, or because he has an obligation to defend his time period. Paradisa has been testing his faith for three months now, and it was already on shaky ground to begin with.]

I'm glad I met you.