[ she grows quiet, listening, eyes even closing as though to focus more on their words. any emotions... feelings, she can draw from their tone. undone... creatures of Elpis, they too were undone of their aether. ridding them of their lives. but to.. die and undo death?

never has she heard of such a concept before... there were stars where they achieved paradise, only to wish for death, where they achieved immortality.. and wish for death. every star.. had lost their hope.

and here, was Clarte who caused destruction only to then save another. but they've... they've always been strong, in her eyes. Meteion, she... she doesn't have that kind of strength. it's crumbling, falling apart. day by day. if she had a choice... she would protect everyone. however, her shared consciousness... ]

I think, while here... you've always been a light for others. I can.. see that, from the way others look to you. Speak with you.

[ there is no doubt that, clarte is that light for them. that festering despair... does not believe. but Meteion, as herself, does. ]