Even if all the lives lost were restored, even if the land was remade as you remember it... what happened cannot be truly undone or forgotten. Some mark would remain.
[The talk of a cost... It sounds like a war that no one could win. The summonings could not be undone. Maybe the only way to stop it at all was to shatter the whole star. He isn't sure, and they'll likely never know.]
Still, what you said was somewhat illuminating. And it was your truth, which I am not always privy to.
[If only he was bolder, he might give voice to the countless questions he has for the Ascian. He knows a lot about Ascians but there is just so, so much that Emet-Selch knows from observing, from meddling-- a living piece of history, an Allagan artifact in himself. But he cannot... cannot risk it. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
It's a few minutes before he actually expresses his thoughts, not just because he's unaccustomed to typing on this damn thing but because each word must be weighed and measured. Chosen carefully. What Emet did once he may yet do again, and... the memories are still very, very fresh. He still has marks.]
You are a very unusual Ascian, are you not? You regard us as lesser beings yet you are eager to point out that you have lived our lives, that you have experienced the same things that we have. At the very least, you would have known these things during the time of the ancients. You speak of the Warrior of Light as one would a friend.
For all your talk, I think you are no better than the mortals you so despise. That is to say-- and as much as I may hesitate to admit it-- you are, essentially, one of them. That does not erase the countless atrocities you have committed in pursuit of your goal, but it does make things... complicated.
I am not so proud that I will not admit what is plainly obvious before me. We are sinners both. We have given much to see our respective futures made reality-- and doomed ourselves in the process.
For what is the worth of a world without the ones we love in it? What becomes of us then?
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[The talk of a cost... It sounds like a war that no one could win. The summonings could not be undone. Maybe the only way to stop it at all was to shatter the whole star. He isn't sure, and they'll likely never know.]
Still, what you said was somewhat illuminating. And it was your truth, which I am not always privy to.
[If only he was bolder, he might give voice to the countless questions he has for the Ascian. He knows a lot about Ascians but there is just so, so much that Emet-Selch knows from observing, from meddling-- a living piece of history, an Allagan artifact in himself. But he cannot... cannot risk it. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
It's a few minutes before he actually expresses his thoughts, not just because he's unaccustomed to typing on this damn thing but because each word must be weighed and measured. Chosen carefully. What Emet did once he may yet do again, and... the memories are still very, very fresh. He still has marks.]
You are a very unusual Ascian, are you not? You regard us as lesser beings yet you are eager to point out that you have lived our lives, that you have experienced the same things that we have. At the very least, you would have known these things during the time of the ancients. You speak of the Warrior of Light as one would a friend.
For all your talk, I think you are no better than the mortals you so despise. That is to say-- and as much as I may hesitate to admit it-- you are, essentially, one of them. That does not erase the countless atrocities you have committed in pursuit of your goal, but it does make things... complicated.
I am not so proud that I will not admit what is plainly obvious before me. We are sinners both. We have given much to see our respective futures made reality-- and doomed ourselves in the process.
For what is the worth of a world without the ones we love in it? What becomes of us then?