At her summary of their conversation, Mort could only laugh musically as he fixed his child with an affectionate grin. "You always were wise beyond your years, my daughter." He beamed.
As for what more he could ask of her? As if he would.
And yet...
"I worry that in our haste to watch over the land, once again creating guardians to track the portals was a mistake." He admitted softly. "The last time this happened they all perished in their efforts, and all I have seen thus far is indecision and pain. I cannot abide what the Voice does to souls over which she has absolutely no domain, and yet I often wonder if perhaps losing this battle that the war might never come is a better option..." Shrugging, the weight of literal worlds on his shoulders, Mort sighed deeply. "Perhaps you might think on it, given your place here."
As for what more he could ask of her? As if he would.
And yet...
"I worry that in our haste to watch over the land, once again creating guardians to track the portals was a mistake." He admitted softly. "The last time this happened they all perished in their efforts, and all I have seen thus far is indecision and pain. I cannot abide what the Voice does to souls over which she has absolutely no domain, and yet I often wonder if perhaps losing this battle that the war might never come is a better option..." Shrugging, the weight of literal worlds on his shoulders, Mort sighed deeply. "Perhaps you might think on it, given your place here."
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