[ It's either her or this world. If she remains, then it won't be this world; it'll be gone, and another will replace it. It happened before, it will happen again: a matter of time, that's all it will be, until the end.
Yet in answer to his question a single word lifts from her tongue, acrid and blasphemous, and without her able to stop it at the height of her corrupting emotions: ] ...No.
[ This is the only way, she tells herself, to deliver the world its freedom from being ended. It would be a chance for her brother to laugh at in the end, the chance for humans to ruin the world on their own, by their own accord, by their own means, bleeding the land they gave them bit by bit as the millennia turned. It would be a slow and painful death for the world they created, but it would be theirs, and it would not be cut short...
How she hopes that they'll defy the path upon which they are set. She also tells herself this: there is always hope. However, that hope is only there without her to stifle it. ]
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Yet in answer to his question a single word lifts from her tongue, acrid and blasphemous, and without her able to stop it at the height of her corrupting emotions: ] ...No.
[ This is the only way, she tells herself, to deliver the world its freedom from being ended. It would be a chance for her brother to laugh at in the end, the chance for humans to ruin the world on their own, by their own accord, by their own means, bleeding the land they gave them bit by bit as the millennia turned. It would be a slow and painful death for the world they created, but it would be theirs, and it would not be cut short...
How she hopes that they'll defy the path upon which they are set. She also tells herself this: there is always hope. However, that hope is only there without her to stifle it. ]