Who knows what they thought? the raven mused. The last contact with the ones who made the barrier was over three hundred years ago. But their heralds here seem as eager to leave as we are. We have been given both weapons and knowledge by them, after all, for bypassing the Spire's guardian and braving whatever lies inside.
He tilted his head at Caiside's jaded pessimism, croaking softly with amusement at his friend's opinion. Don't be so quick to assume that might makes right, or that victory is the same as morality he cautioned. Or that we will survive to see the end of this conflict. It began more than three hundred years ago, and it may yet stretch for another three hundred years... Or we may find ourselves flung to the front lines, whether we will it or no. We are Attuned, after all. Our side was chosen for us even as we arrived on this world, from what I've come to understand.
He tilted his head at Caiside's jaded pessimism, croaking softly with amusement at his friend's opinion. Don't be so quick to assume that might makes right, or that victory is the same as morality he cautioned. Or that we will survive to see the end of this conflict. It began more than three hundred years ago, and it may yet stretch for another three hundred years... Or we may find ourselves flung to the front lines, whether we will it or no. We are Attuned, after all. Our side was chosen for us even as we arrived on this world, from what I've come to understand.
