[ It's only his lingering respect (and guilt) for Elidibus that keeps him silent until the man is done speaking. But through the tale, he finds himself wanting to lash out, refute their version of events. It hasn't happened to him yet after all so how can they say for certain it will play out the same way? Past the anger there is also despair - was everything they did for naught then? All that sacrifice, all that pain, all the joys he denied himself for the sake of a better future--
It's too much.
He starts laughing helplessly. The laughter of a man hanging from a single thread. ]
So that's it, then. Our people are finished. If I'm dead then of course you would soon follow. You would never have lasted as long as you have without the rest of us to remind you of who you once were. Such is the nature of a primal. You were destined to waste away into nothing.
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It's too much.
He starts laughing helplessly. The laughter of a man hanging from a single thread. ]
So that's it, then. Our people are finished. If I'm dead then of course you would soon follow. You would never have lasted as long as you have without the rest of us to remind you of who you once were. Such is the nature of a primal. You were destined to waste away into nothing.