I had a conversation long before the plague that revealed the truth of us with Thranduil. About things I know. Suspicions harboured. Now they're confirmed with our binding that we're the same as the spirits and the Fade so why not put our heads together with that argument? Serving comes in many forms.
[This is hard to talk about. Her heart aches doing it; how many letters went into the sea? A hundred? More? All the things you keep from someone you love because there are worries enough here, you can't share all of them if you expect both of you to be standing.]
If spirits are the Maker's First Children, as the Chant says they are, and if we possess some piece of the Fade within us, if spirits witnessed something that was not what they so often see such as the aftermath of battle, then that makes us a piece of it. Not people from elsewhere. But something now bound to Thedas. No returning unless we disappear. I don't know enough of spirits but whatever happened during that plague near the end, perhaps on some less prolific scale. [Once she did keep track of it, younger, angrier, that they'd disappear and no one gave a shit about it.
Misguided youthful mistakes that she's corrected. Looked to what her future really is, where it lies. Where her heart beats now.] There's a way to do this though I don't know if everyone is going to sit down and stomach that line of thinking. Even if they must. The truth isn't the supper everyone wants, some would rather starve than have it.
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[This is hard to talk about. Her heart aches doing it; how many letters went into the sea? A hundred? More? All the things you keep from someone you love because there are worries enough here, you can't share all of them if you expect both of you to be standing.]
If spirits are the Maker's First Children, as the Chant says they are, and if we possess some piece of the Fade within us, if spirits witnessed something that was not what they so often see such as the aftermath of battle, then that makes us a piece of it. Not people from elsewhere. But something now bound to Thedas. No returning unless we disappear. I don't know enough of spirits but whatever happened during that plague near the end, perhaps on some less prolific scale. [Once she did keep track of it, younger, angrier, that they'd disappear and no one gave a shit about it.
Misguided youthful mistakes that she's corrected. Looked to what her future really is, where it lies. Where her heart beats now.] There's a way to do this though I don't know if everyone is going to sit down and stomach that line of thinking. Even if they must. The truth isn't the supper everyone wants, some would rather starve than have it.