Special: Eliac being wise

I had forgotten what it was
to be powerful, hungry
and beautiful
especially when I am truly brilliant...
if only sometimes,
when I smile
to hear your words against my lips.

Him: "You know Eliac, I have forgotten many things in becoming Tao. What was my full name before? I can't remember. There are many names... Siragon, Tolien, Orannis.. but are any of them mine? I know not."

Me (miserably): "To me, you were Lord Tolien. The Black Leader and the White Leader... A grey-petal, if the idea amuses you. You were my worthy emissary, foe, friend.... all at once."

Him: "Huh... interesting. Thank you for staying with me even though I've changed, Eliac."

Me: "We cannot live a single moment and not change, my Lord. Every breath and blink changes us, every footstep our direction, ever wistful glance our longing changes, every glass of wine our disposition. Why abandon a fleeting moment, for just one?"

Him: "Not everyone welcomes change, especially the change of a close one. Though it is true we constantly change, many change more drastically than others."

Me: "And all of it from time. Service to time is rarely repaid by the object of that devotion. Change is a reward for service... or a punishment, if the hue of that enslavement is a poor one. Yours was clearly not, and yet was. You were a torn being who attempts to sew the damage shut with dreams and wishes. That's an empty, dangerous thought to languish with."

Him: "Dreams and wishes? I take action where others would not. And in time, I will change this world. My Rose and I have already begun the work of the greater good. Though action is useless without a plan of what to do."

Me: "You know your Milton, I'd presume. You find yourself standing at a precipice, a desert hell-hound land, beaten by the feet of hopeful men, and you want to build a bridge. Consider your Milton; was not God wise in giving his angels a devil to fight? That's what the Roses were. They fought, evil against good, and I taught. I taught threads of fate and hearts and love and dreams and stolen kisses. All that and more, I taught, I taught to those willing to listen. For a price I'll whisper in your ear; and that price... was listening. Listening to the hung, hot moon and the wind through the tall-grass. Listening to the silence and the sighs in the shadows.... shadow on my bridge.
Does that help your plan, my lord?"

Him: "If we were the evil, who was the good? "Aim above morality. Be not simply good, be good for something. " The same applies to the opposite. Being evil for its own sake has no merits and betters no one. I'd rather make a person happy than take advantage of them for my purposes. You know I listen, Eliakim."

Me: "That's the trick to the hearts of men. None of us are truly good. We want to be so hard we learn to love and that teaches us what Good means, the value of good. Happiness can be found in teaching, not advantage, Jack. Teaching does not advantage make. You can learn that difference if you have students, and learn from them as I did. Learn. That I know you can do, as well as listen."

Him: "I... I do not know what to do anymore. Continuing who I was has lead me through a loop of being stuck in a vessel."

Me: "We are all trapped in Vessel. The more power you gain, my Knight, the less power you truly have. The more others beneath your goodness will force you to be obsequious, find your weakness, force the bridle to your teeth. Hence, less power is more worth to your Goodness. My ends are tied in a similar fashion; my power went for love and lies in knowing I have it."

Him: "You have given me much to think about, my Lady. But for now I must go and attempt to find an occupation in this world however beneath me I consider it to be employed in a restaurant. Adieu."

Me: "Employment is a power, too. Experience is drawn from there; and that is a drag-smoke worth knowing to steal. Be happy, my Knight. Live free."

I have demoted him by conversation purposes and he makes no test to attune my truth. Oh, to speak like a faery again...

Oh, to know I'm right.