{Animus}

[adstring_npc]

[Soon after all witches have been defeated, the fire begins to fade. The storms become more erratic and a metal keening cuts through them. It still takes some hours for it to die down, even if it's clear the event is on its way out

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[audio]

[eightshoutpoles]

Gee, thanks.

[video]

[adstring_npc]

You're welcome. ♥

[video]

[eightshoutpoles]

Hey, maybe to say sorry for fucking us over so much you should let us take a little tour of your secret city!

[video]

[adstring_npc]

Oh? There's not very much to see.

[Almost apologetically.] And that also assumes that we're actually sorry.

[Video]

[wingsandwill]

Aelia. What was the point of all this?

[Video]

[adstring_npc]

Do you assume there was a point?

[Video]

[wingsandwill]

There is always a point; it is a matter of whether it's a worthwhile one that is in question.

[Video]

[adstring_npc]

Who is it that determines that worth?

For me... [Shrugging, delicately.] To consume this world. Easier to do when no one else is on it.

[Video]

[feel_nevermore]

So, in the end, knowing its name didn't help it, right?

[Video]

[adstring_npc]

It did, in the short term. Sealing its conflicting selves away kept it stable for a bit longer, but- ah, it's a pitiful thing, the fire.

[Video]

[feel_nevermore]

Pitiful?

[Video]

[adstring_npc]

It's a sad thing. Not much of a mind, only purpose. And when it's confused about that- what else does it have?