Don't--- [ She pleads, voice strengthening only to lose its resolve. Her gaze lowers again. ] Don't frame it with me.
Think how many more could-- [ --could save, is what she almost says, but she stops herself here. The honor of claiming to save the world isn't for her, it's for those like Addam, for the one she will choose next. For her, it's far more about not wanting to destroy or harm any more. ] ...live.
[ It's just as he thinks. A single human life could be grateful, but what of the ones lost? The ones she had harmed? Their suffering, their fleeting lives are not to be brushed aside. This has weighed upon her for the past five centuries, how her seeking her erasure gambles upon one key thing: that her Father would grant it, should she beg him for it. Non existence seems so far beyond anything she can reach, for how far her memory goes. ]
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Think how many more could-- [ --could save, is what she almost says, but she stops herself here. The honor of claiming to save the world isn't for her, it's for those like Addam, for the one she will choose next. For her, it's far more about not wanting to destroy or harm any more. ] ...live.
[ It's just as he thinks. A single human life could be grateful, but what of the ones lost? The ones she had harmed? Their suffering, their fleeting lives are not to be brushed aside. This has weighed upon her for the past five centuries, how her seeking her erasure gambles upon one key thing: that her Father would grant it, should she beg him for it. Non existence seems so far beyond anything she can reach, for how far her memory goes. ]