#io.anaxa

[moonofmercury]

For many of the Chrysos Heirs, having the potential to be part of the flamechase seems an incredible burden. Mydei is not excited about needing to become a demigod, Tribbie lost almost everything when she took in her coreflame.

I think Anaxa denies the titans partly as a thought experiment. All of the most famous philosophers enjoy asking questions which are ridiculous to an incurious mind. But he's resentful of how prophecy drags the people down.

Because things are determined to be predetermined, many stop looking for solutions outside the prophecy. In the end, even a solution that seems out of the box may appear to fulfill the vague terms of a prophecy, but having a prophecy means that most of its adherents will try to work with the prophecy in mind, which is inherently limiting.

Anaxa does not like being forcefully constrained. He wants to be able to discover freely, even to the point of utilizing his own soul to show that every part of himself belongs to himself, and wants his and others' choices to be their own. The only one we see him show outright antagonism to so far is Aglaea, the weaver, the puppet master who controls both what the populace is allowed to know and directs the Chrysos Heirs along the path of the prophecy.

She in turn brands him the "performer", because she sees him as tied down as the rest of them even though he pretends not to be, to be enlightened because he dares to question the prophecy and the very existence of the gods themselves. Time is running out and she is openly supportive of one of the only plans they have, while Anaxa openly questions everything, and even goes so far as to proclaiming he would pursue annihilation if it brought answers.

There's just something quietly despairing about Anaxa trying to quietly and consistently pick apart the prophecy which has ruined the lives of everyone around him and seeks to bind him to blind obedience, while being forced to participate in whatever is going on anyways.

[moonofmercury]

anaxa and the lost lover trope, who hates the tale of orpheus, because since the story has been told, all know its ending, and they know its futility. He knows its futility. There is nothing tangible waiting in the dark, and nothing across the river of souls. If he can't have you when he remembers you, he doesn't want to drink to forget from the river Lethe. Forgetting, voluntary ignorance, is anathema to a scholar. It's better to scatter away into mothwing dust in this life. Then maybe he can mix whatever stuff the soul is made of with the dirt that holds your bones.