Lynette's first instinct was to lash out at this man with the one weapon she didn't need a true Name to control, words. She wanted nothing more than to flay him alive with words until he was so ashamed of himself that he would simply retreat into obscurity and pray the collective worlds forgot that he had ever existed.
He didn't know Simon, didn't know what Simon had seen over countless lifetimes, didn't know the soul-shattering pain of watching, with his own eyes, the utter destruction of a whole universe because of one teenage boy's arrogance and power, because by the time that powers united against him, Horror was too strong to destroy without destroying all Creation with him.
But then the unborn child within her leapt and struggled, as if to get her attention before she could condemn them all, because all it took to condemn the Oldverse was the death of one girl.
She looked at the innocent puppies lying at Onyx's feet and thought about her own precious dog, her Annie, who most certainly did not believe herself to be shackled to anyone.
"You're asking the wrong questions." The sound of her voice surprised her, but since she'd opened her big mouth, she might as well follow through. "I'm called Lynette, as you have likely deduced and I realize that I should have introduced myself earlier, but we have met already. Briefly, and without introductions, but we met in Neverland when I did something which I still do not understand to save the land itself from your destruction." She sighed. "In any event, you're asking the wrong questions. Animals, dogs especially, don't feel whole unless they're part of a pack. It doesn't matter what position they're in within that pack, as long as they have one." She sighed. "That pack doesn't even have to be comprised of just dogs, either. A dog is perfectly content in a pack that holds horses, or birds, or even people. Especially people."
She took a deep breath. "It's not a question of 'rights' or anything of that sort. If you would consider these pups, these innocent pups who look to you as the Alpha in their pack, as nothing more than objects to be owned, then it is you who are unworthy of them. It is you who is lacking in humanity if you would mistreat them, not because they have or do not have any fundamental 'rights', but because you have forgotten your place within the larger scheme of things.
"I have a dog, a precious little one I affectionately call my 'furbaby'. She's as dear to me as my own child. But she most definitely is not 'owned' by me. We are friends, family, a pack. Her valiant heart is far greater than that of a great many humans and she, quite simply, loves me in a way that is the only mortal mirror of God's Love that I know of."
She made herself meet his eyes. "I know of the tale you tell of yourself, of the images and icons you use to describe your journey in heroic, even deific, ways. The true Messiah did not condemn anyone. He did not define salvation as slaughter. Even to the woman caught in adultery, he said 'neither will I condemn you, go your way and sin no more'.
"I tell you now that a dog is the mirror through which we see how very much God loves us because they love in just that way. They always greet with joy after separation, no matter how brief that separation was. They love completely, holding nothing back from that bonding. They love forever or do you not know the tale of Odysseus' faithful hound? They are faithful, oh so incredibly faithful even when the humans they love fail to live up to that fidelity, and above all, they are forgiving, endlessly forgiving.
"So to speak of 'rights' or 'shackles' tells me that you don't even understand the nature of the dog enough to ask the right questions. They are loyal and loving and look to you for love and protection, to which they will respond in kind. Even if you fail, even if you falter, even if it costs them their lives defending you.
"You would prove yourself to be the monster the worlds believe you to be if you were to betray their trust."
A lot of words, but damn, she hoped that Onyx was capable of hearing what she was trying to say, and she prayed that it was the right thing to say to keep this tense meeting from becoming the bloodbath she feared.
To tell the truth, the people of Castle Oblivion were precious to her, too, as much as they were to the Steward who was responsible for their safety against the threats of the united worlds.
: Kibble, the Fairy Dragon
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