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[prayreturn]

❝My apologies, but I cannot answer your request right now. I shall call you back anon.❞

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[prayreturn]

[ A secret kept by accident. Minfilia should be angrier. Perhaps she will be, later. But she can't muster that right now... ]

How much of what I know is a lie...? [ She asks it more of herself. She knows that they have the answer, but Minfilia... she almost looks fragile, for once. ]

[songofthedawn]

...some things. Details about the history of our star that we had no way of knowing. But I can tell you one truth right now.

[They take her hands in theirs, and lean down to catch her gaze. Sisters...please let this give her strength.]

Solus, Emet-Selch, however you want to think of him, has no future to return to. I--his Warrior defeated him just as surely as we defeated Nabriales. Lahabrea was as well, and Elidibus. They were the true leadership of the Ascians, and in my time they are gone. We won.

[prayreturn]

[ So the White Auracite worked. (And those three were the leaders. She is Noting This Internally.) She cannot imagine that it was done without sacrifice.

But then, a thought. One that distracts her, lets her hide for a second. ] You are not his Warrior?

[ ...But she cannot hide her feelings, as she continued to tremble. In both anger and sorrow. ] I, too, have not much of a future to return to.

[songofthedawn]

No. He knew a Hyur man, though I know little more than that.

[Oh...oh, it hurts to hear her say it. Her fate in their time was too cruel...they wish they had kinder portents. G'rhyf reaches around with one arm to pull her close, though with enough room to pull away if she wishes.]

I know. We have a chance in this place to find another path for your time...I just pray we can find it, somehow.

[prayreturn]

[ She doubts it. She doubts it so much - her hope has been drained. And for once, she cannot hide it. ] I could not survive if it means that others must die for it. Even if we found a way, would it not doom those I love?

[ Oh, she sounds fragile for once. And she does not struggle... ]

[songofthedawn]

[They sigh softly and lean their cheek against her head.] That's what I meant...a way to save you that won't undo the things that must be done. Perhaps someone or something here could lend Hydaelyn the strength she needs, and...

[Their throat closes for a moment, thinking of Ardbert and his friends, the First...Ryne, and all the girls that came before her. What else could halt the Flood, protect Nordvrant until Sasaxia could cross the Rift? Some other way that wouldn't hurt Minfilia's heart just as much?]

If there's even a chance, I want to try and find it.

[prayreturn]

...I'm meant to do something important, aren't I. [ Her voice sounds dry. She's doing her best, okay. Something she can't just stop. But...

There's a thought. Her eyes flutter close. ] I wish not to ask too much of the Gods of this star, and yet, if I could reach them...

[ Oh. There's a little whimper again. ] My worry about technology is-- it's because of Garlemald. [ She's still trying to think everything though. ]

[songofthedawn]

[They don't have much response for her first question but another small squeeze, a soft sigh that says more than words ever could.] The towers in Ecruteak, they were once temples, weren't they? Perhaps we can learn something there, to able to approach Them on their terms...

[A small frown then, and G'rhyf straightens up a little bit to offer better support. They aren't entirely sure they follow, but anything with technology tended to just confuse them.] You...worry that it could be turned against us like the Empire did?

[prayreturn]

We saw Arceus... a true god, like Hydaelyn. [ o u c h. ] If we could petition Him, or the other Gods of this star...

[ But there's a soft sniffle. A nod. ] If there are enemies to be had, they could be spying on us, at the very least.

[songofthedawn]

[This is fine. They're Fine.] It's worth a shot.

Mmm, that's true. But we've also the Pokemon to assist us, and we can learn how to use this technology as well. Or...well, you probably could, I've always been a mess with Allagan nonsense. [A small, self-depreciating chuckle.] But it's not exactly the same, here. We can catch up, make those tools our own as well. And in the meantime, we'll be careful. Linkpearl rules, and all that.