Their head follows the King's Idol, unable to tear their eye away until addressed.
Once the Hollow Knight had been left to their mission, it had been--a challenge. They had failed more than once, digging through the remains of ruined lives they were tasked to protect. Paralyzed with grief until they crushed it with their eternal mantra, do not think, do not feel, do not, do not, do not think beyond the perimeters given.
Setbacks. Temporary.
The Idol--along with a living being, seen again--cracks through their hard-won detachment. Their head jerks up, and there is a terrible urge to retreat.
They do not. Leaving their Nail outside, as before, they shuffle into the room. Their hand dips beneath their cloak.
They draw out a journal, setting it on the desk away from the Idol. Another. And another.
Scientific journals, plucked from the Soul Sanctum.
(There had been more. Many more. Only the three were recovered before cowardice and horror overcame them, once they stumbled over the bodies.)
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Once the Hollow Knight had been left to their mission, it had been--a challenge. They had failed more than once, digging through the remains of ruined lives they were tasked to protect. Paralyzed with grief until they crushed it with their eternal mantra, do not think, do not feel, do not, do not, do not think beyond the perimeters given.
Setbacks. Temporary.
The Idol--along with a living being, seen again--cracks through their hard-won detachment. Their head jerks up, and there is a terrible urge to retreat.
They do not. Leaving their Nail outside, as before, they shuffle into the room. Their hand dips beneath their cloak.
They draw out a journal, setting it on the desk away from the Idol. Another. And another.
Scientific journals, plucked from the Soul Sanctum.
(There had been more. Many more. Only the three were recovered before cowardice and horror overcame them, once they stumbled over the bodies.)