The young animator bit his lip, briefly considering telling the gadgeteer that Sahova was a magic city; one built by Zarik Mashaen. It seemed to be something she would respond to after all. He wanted and needed Tock to fully understand and appreciate everything the undead master had accomplished -- it wasn't that he never expected to surpass Mashaen in talent, oh no, Kaeson planned to far surpass his hero. His own supervisor, once animated, would not only surpass Dranira in every way, but be inspiration for future animators.
Kaeson Dakano would be the legend.
"What do you mean nobody's better then anyone else?" Kaeson scoffed, eyes scarlet in determination. "The what of the heroes and legends of children's stories? Even amongst the gods there is hierarchy!" Kaeson said, not really believe Tock could be naive to such fact. Everyone should be treated equally, that was a value Kaeson's grandmother instilled in him from an early age. Everyone deserved the right to a good life -- another belief Kaeson held dear. But it was a fact, common knowledge as far as Kaeson was concerned that some people were indefinitely better then others. There would always be winners, and there would always be losers.
Kaeson grumbled, slowly adjusting the wheel to a more correct location. He supposed Tock had a point -- no one ever achieved greatness by talking about it.