There are six — six worlds, six shards, that surround our star. Whole worlds, filled with cities and peoples and history. I lived on one of them for five years. The same shard my Minfilia looked me in the eyes and chose sacrifice to save.
[That's a very conspicuously-chosen turn of phrase. It's one he's uttered before, albeit in a strikingly different tone than this.]
None of them were part of the plan.
[After a moment, he lets out a slow breath, behind clenched teeth. It shakes.]
Did you hear her say didn't have the chance to be transformed? D'you want to know what happens to a person claimed by the power of dynamis? They become abominations, roiling with fear and hatred, whose influence spreads like a virus to any other who surrenders to despair in their presence. And when they're slain, they leave nothing. No return to the aetherial sea. No trace left of the person they once were. They don't leave a body or a heart or a soul, because dynamis consumes them wholly and utterly and leaves nothing left in its wake.
no subject
[That's a very conspicuously-chosen turn of phrase. It's one he's uttered before, albeit in a strikingly different tone than this.]
None of them were part of the plan.
[After a moment, he lets out a slow breath, behind clenched teeth. It shakes.]
Did you hear her say didn't have the chance to be transformed? D'you want to know what happens to a person claimed by the power of dynamis? They become abominations, roiling with fear and hatred, whose influence spreads like a virus to any other who surrenders to despair in their presence. And when they're slain, they leave nothing. No return to the aetherial sea. No trace left of the person they once were. They don't leave a body or a heart or a soul, because dynamis consumes them wholly and utterly and leaves nothing left in its wake.