[Somnus knows. Ravus must know, too, or he wouldn't be saying these things. But Ravus' words come from a place of familial love, whereas for Somnus . . . He eyes the false sylleblossoms that line his lantern.]
Our individual wants have no place in our duty. Your sister is a woman of faith. Even if she were afforded those opportunities, she would not have parted from her calling so easily.
[Even now, she's committed to fixing the timeline that she believes has been altered, as if the dead are capable of doing such godly things. She's mad. But she's resolute, and for that she has his respect.
Does Ravus know? If he does, does he disapprove of this, too?]
There are no gods to determine our worth here, yet she persists in her duty all the same. [Somnus cranes his neck toward Ravus.] What of you?
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[Somnus knows. Ravus must know, too, or he wouldn't be saying these things. But Ravus' words come from a place of familial love, whereas for Somnus . . . He eyes the false sylleblossoms that line his lantern.]
Our individual wants have no place in our duty. Your sister is a woman of faith. Even if she were afforded those opportunities, she would not have parted from her calling so easily.
[Even now, she's committed to fixing the timeline that she believes has been altered, as if the dead are capable of doing such godly things. She's mad. But she's resolute, and for that she has his respect.
Does Ravus know? If he does, does he disapprove of this, too?]
There are no gods to determine our worth here, yet she persists in her duty all the same. [Somnus cranes his neck toward Ravus.] What of you?