[ She's quiet for a long moment, straining to listen for Pyra's voice, only catching a few words, then exhales harshly at the truth of it. There is much to be said for the fact that they are speaking. There was a time where she would not state such intention, only act upon them. What need would she have had of outside voices before? For the longest time the Emperor had been that outside voice, and little good all that had done, for all his enabling of her.
But she knew now they were what mattered, so she could not give in to these racing whispers, no matter the intention, no matter how capable she would be with it.
The best of her husband's intentions had led them all to this as it was. This fractured family, the entire ill fated universe, built upon pain. That her child should have lived and then died in such a way... ]
... In my point of time, I had not yet made that connection. That he... is who he is to me.
[ Her son. That had been on the Fleet, a universe away. But here, in this vision, she had clearly made the connection at some point... all too late, it would seem. ]
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But she knew now they were what mattered, so she could not give in to these racing whispers, no matter the intention, no matter how capable she would be with it.
The best of her husband's intentions had led them all to this as it was. This fractured family, the entire ill fated universe, built upon pain. That her child should have lived and then died in such a way... ]
... In my point of time, I had not yet made that connection. That he... is who he is to me.
[ Her son. That had been on the Fleet, a universe away. But here, in this vision, she had clearly made the connection at some point... all too late, it would seem. ]