They do not startle, though the voice comes from their blind side. A voice, strange to hear at all after so long, cutting through the rain better than the great, blunted Nail resting on the ground, partially submerged in a puddle.
They must turn their head far after they lift it to observe who speaks: a bug with a great horn branching to two, and a beard to the ground, unlike any they can currently recall seeing. Face-to-face level. There is no need to rise further. (Unless attacked. Sister's work will be undone if they do not defend. They have wasted enough of her time.)
Then the voice's words register. The question, which they cannot--should not--cannot--both cannot and should not answer.
There is no reason to be here, truly. There is no reason to not be here.
They're looking back to the Fountain again, staring at the trio of faces beneath their own.
They should be. This is the closest thing the Dreamers have to a shrine, now. But it is wrong. It is...disrespectful, to do so here, coming from the shambles of the Hollow Knight most of all.
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They must turn their head far after they lift it to observe who speaks: a bug with a great horn branching to two, and a beard to the ground, unlike any they can currently recall seeing. Face-to-face level. There is no need to rise further. (Unless attacked. Sister's work will be undone if they do not defend. They have wasted enough of her time.)
Then the voice's words register. The question, which they cannot--should not--cannot--both cannot and should not answer.
There is no reason to be here, truly. There is no reason to not be here.
They're looking back to the Fountain again, staring at the trio of faces beneath their own.
They should be. This is the closest thing the Dreamers have to a shrine, now. But it is wrong. It is...disrespectful, to do so here, coming from the shambles of the Hollow Knight most of all.