It is foolishness. Remiss. It is reckless and dangerous and it is a danger not only to Adelaide's own self but to everyone within this Inquisition, and all this it claims to want to protect. How can an organisation want to protect, when it is so blind? The words lack heat, though. They are more akin to pristine, undisturbed snow, and are utterly out of synch with how she feels. Herian is still mastering it, but she has become much acquainted with acting contrary to her own feelings.
She carries on with little more than pause to breath, "is to invite despair and discord. Well might they ally to this cause to save this world, but that does not render them worthy of trust." If any emotion tinges her words is it a deep, relentless pain, but even that is wrapped up carefully. This Inquisition cannot reforge them, they are not metal to be melted down and remade. They are sickness and poison.
Herian has been wrong before, as well. And unfortunately, so had her father.
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It is foolishness. Remiss. It is reckless and dangerous and it is a danger not only to Adelaide's own self but to everyone within this Inquisition, and all this it claims to want to protect. How can an organisation want to protect, when it is so blind? The words lack heat, though. They are more akin to pristine, undisturbed snow, and are utterly out of synch with how she feels. Herian is still mastering it, but she has become much acquainted with acting contrary to her own feelings.
She carries on with little more than pause to breath, "is to invite despair and discord. Well might they ally to this cause to save this world, but that does not render them worthy of trust." If any emotion tinges her words is it a deep, relentless pain, but even that is wrapped up carefully. This Inquisition cannot reforge them, they are not metal to be melted down and remade. They are sickness and poison.
Herian has been wrong before, as well. And unfortunately, so had her father.