[ He startles a bit, seeing the way Orym’s eyes flash red before they’re green again. And he’s conflicted once more, because he knows this isn’t right, that Orym would normally never agree to a life like this. That he’d never think that lives, even those of the gods, should be sacrificed. If there’s a way to fight back, he’d take it.

But what must it have been like for him all this time, sharing his body with this being? Having to keep it under control all this time? Having to shoulder this…all by himself?

How much has he been fighting all this time? ]

…that’s what my parents used to say too.

[ This hurts, it hurts all too much. He isn’t strong enough for this, and he doesn’t move as Orym steps closer. ]

How long would a world like that take, Orym? People are already suffering for this “new world”. How much longer will people have to suffer before it’s supposed to be safe?

We can’t stand idly by while everyone else is hurting. You know we can’t.

[ It’s what Orym would have done, not too long ago. ]