They do not leave as much as the urge rises, rises, rises, and as he asks a question they are coming to deeply dislike.
They shouldn't, anyway. They were never one to flee from problems. Even if this is a very, very different problem than the battles of the past.
"I desire..." the truth, tired, blunt. "...the Guide to still be living. But I can do nothing about that."
(Quietly,
so quietly they do not know what fragment dares speak it:
"Yet.")
Monzun drags their thoughts to previous, and some of their focus to the god waiting so warily beside them.
There are other Lands. Monzun is a danger. These are simple facts, no matter how much they loathe the latter.
"...You...have not made another Temple in...the previous snowy Land." Nor others. I need time, he had said, or something similar. "Was it fear of...my...or his...retribution that kept you from there? Or are you kept away from there for other reasons?"
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They do not leave as much as the urge rises, rises, rises, and as he asks a question they are coming to deeply dislike.
They shouldn't, anyway. They were never one to flee from problems. Even if this is a very, very different problem than the battles of the past.
"I desire..." the truth, tired, blunt. "...the Guide to still be living. But I can do nothing about that."
(Quietly,
so quietly they do not know what fragment dares speak it:
"Yet.")
Monzun drags their thoughts to previous, and some of their focus to the god waiting so warily beside them.
There are other Lands. Monzun is a danger. These are simple facts, no matter how much they loathe the latter.
"...You...have not made another Temple in...the previous snowy Land." Nor others. I need time, he had said, or something similar. "Was it fear of...my...or his...retribution that kept you from there? Or are you kept away from there for other reasons?"