[ He continues to soothe his fingers over Orym’s brow, before trailing down to caress his cheek. The gentle touch of that magic wraps itself around his mind, but a part of him manages to resist, at least for the moment. ]

Maybe…but you’d received a blessing from the Wildmother yourself, hadn’t you? And Fy’ra and Dariax both have connections to gods as well. Gods who are looking out for them…for us.

And even if it’s true that the gods see us as little more than fuel for them, is more suffering really going to fix all that? How many people will have to die for this?

[ He hesitates a moment, because he knows his next words are pretty low. But it’s still something he has to point out. ]

Isn’t all this…what Will had died for? Because of these plans that others were trying to set in motion? Was that really worth it?