There are those threads again, that knot in Carlisle's mind working itself out bit by bit, reforming in his heart. He's heard these claims before, and thought that they surely had no truth to them.
Different worlds, different times. Perhaps there's a far more embittered Carlisle out there somewhere as well, and not just one conjured by the false gods of Hadriel. How different would he be if taken somewhere else? If instead of the Tranquility, he'd found himself in an even more terrible place? Would he be all that different from the human equivalent of the aberrants Glacius has spoken of?
"I see," he utters, his eyes cloudy as he mourns the loss of someone he's sure he'll never see again -- not in the full, not like this. "You... you aren't him," he continues, not specifying exactly who he means. "You don't have to be him."
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There are those threads again, that knot in Carlisle's mind working itself out bit by bit, reforming in his heart. He's heard these claims before, and thought that they surely had no truth to them.
Different worlds, different times. Perhaps there's a far more embittered Carlisle out there somewhere as well, and not just one conjured by the false gods of Hadriel. How different would he be if taken somewhere else? If instead of the Tranquility, he'd found himself in an even more terrible place? Would he be all that different from the human equivalent of the aberrants Glacius has spoken of?
"I see," he utters, his eyes cloudy as he mourns the loss of someone he's sure he'll never see again -- not in the full, not like this. "You... you aren't him," he continues, not specifying exactly who he means. "You don't have to be him."