[ A god was born from his heart, then, for "the world we sought to save". Yet from that wish the world was eventually wrecked.
She gathers a few things from this. One: that Emet-Selch must be... old. Very old, to speak of such things. His eyes are distant, he's caught in the past in a world that is not her own. He has seen much, he has seen ages and death and life anew and war and war and war and war. Two: Hydaelyn, whose name she knows from Era, who is Her daughter. Three, what he does not say.
And as she attempts to wrap her mind around this, she takes a step towards him, as if she might step within the past and his world into which he is looking. It's intrusive; focus, back to the present, Emet-Selch, and answer. She presses, because he has not given his. Her voice is hollow. ]
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She gathers a few things from this. One: that Emet-Selch must be... old. Very old, to speak of such things. His eyes are distant, he's caught in the past in a world that is not her own. He has seen much, he has seen ages and death and life anew and war and war and war and war. Two: Hydaelyn, whose name she knows from Era, who is Her daughter. Three, what he does not say.
And as she attempts to wrap her mind around this, she takes a step towards him, as if she might step within the past and his world into which he is looking. It's intrusive; focus, back to the present, Emet-Selch, and answer. She presses, because he has not given his. Her voice is hollow. ]
Do you regret it? Your wish.