She recalls someone else’s words to her when she first arrived, that their physical form does not matter, they are still themselves no matter what form they take. Even if they are dead or alive.
Doesn't matter- it's still me. It's always been me. That is what that woman had said.
With that in mind, Pyra is— ...there is no “Pyra”, or Mythra for that matter. She is still but an inhuman entity, a crystal; the form she takes now is a facade, a construct, a lie; the names she takes just as much.... What she has always been, is that crystal and nothing more. ]
Humanity... [ She murmurs, repeats, as if he’s spoken something profound. Then she straightens some, as if drawn to that profoundness. ]
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She recalls someone else’s words to her when she first arrived, that their physical form does not matter, they are still themselves no matter what form they take. Even if they are dead or alive.
Doesn't matter- it's still me. It's always been me. That is what that woman had said.
With that in mind, Pyra is— ...there is no “Pyra”, or Mythra for that matter. She is still but an inhuman entity, a crystal; the form she takes now is a facade, a construct, a lie; the names she takes just as much.... What she has always been, is that crystal and nothing more. ]
Humanity... [ She murmurs, repeats, as if he’s spoken something profound. Then she straightens some, as if drawn to that profoundness. ]
You still have it. No matter what form you take.