[He's come back to the place where it feels like everything in his world changed in an instant. To sit in silence, staring up at the murals that spoke of the destruction of a being, the rise of another. Hydaelyn... a primal. A primal. One knee is pulled up, an arm wrapped around it and his chin resting on it as he stares. Thinks. Remembers. Feels.
So many things She told him to do. Now, in his heart, he wonders how much of it is a lie. If She is a primal, then is he... tempered?
The thought is, in so many ways, deeply disturbing to him, as disturbing as the idea of Her being a primal is in of itself. His eyes close, just dark pools of black eyelids, as a sigh escapes him. What does it all mean, in the end? What is the truth?
Deep down, he knows that it's exactly what Emet-Selch wants. For him to question everything. For better or worse. The last thing he wants to be doing is anything an Ascian wants him to do and yet-
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So many things She told him to do. Now, in his heart, he wonders how much of it is a lie. If She is a primal, then is he... tempered?
The thought is, in so many ways, deeply disturbing to him, as disturbing as the idea of Her being a primal is in of itself. His eyes close, just dark pools of black eyelids, as a sigh escapes him. What does it all mean, in the end? What is the truth?
Deep down, he knows that it's exactly what Emet-Selch wants. For him to question everything. For better or worse. The last thing he wants to be doing is anything an Ascian wants him to do and yet-
Here he is.
Doing exactly that.]