They cannot deal in absolutes, no matter how much they may wish to. There are no guarantees to their continued success; no ensuring her safe return to her world, or the continued existence of those who have nowhere else to go, nothing left to return to. A harsh reality is the best of their abilities, wherever that may lead them all.
It is something they are certain she understands, to an extent.
"Thank you. That is appreciated." A sentiment they can only convey in words, physical expression lost to them- all the more as she explains her experiences, asks for their input.
Does that sound familiar to them? The Storyteller closes their eyes, silent for a long while.
"Even gods must feel loss. Why you felt the way you did- how it came to be, I cannot say. But grief is not a foreign concept to me, not only in the stories I have been told, but in personal experiences." Their voice is strained, words coming slowly. "In the worst of times, it has not been beyond me to feel as if I am the last being left alive. By pure luck, I suppose, that has never been the case."
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It is something they are certain she understands, to an extent.
"Thank you. That is appreciated." A sentiment they can only convey in words, physical expression lost to them- all the more as she explains her experiences, asks for their input.
Does that sound familiar to them? The Storyteller closes their eyes, silent for a long while.
"Even gods must feel loss. Why you felt the way you did- how it came to be, I cannot say. But grief is not a foreign concept to me, not only in the stories I have been told, but in personal experiences." Their voice is strained, words coming slowly. "In the worst of times, it has not been beyond me to feel as if I am the last being left alive. By pure luck, I suppose, that has never been the case."