❰ and here adalia was thinking this story couldn't get more sad. she's avoided thinking about the things the lyrium flu told them about what rifters are, unwilling to deal with the truth of their state here, but it's impossible to ignore it, with six talking about her duty:
they are spirits, or something like them. they aren't going home, even if they disappear from thedas, as so many rifters have. they will disappear back into the fade, and whoever they were in toril, whether that was even real — those lives will be lived as though they had never appeared in thedas at all. six, this six, will never complete her duty.
is it kinder to tell her that, or to let her believe that she could carry out her duty one day? the memory of six's sobbing as she hacks uselessly at a training dummy tells adalia all she needs to know about that question. she's lost enough. adalia won't take her duty from her too. she takes six's hands again, locking eyes with her, sincerity practically bleeding from her pores. ❱
When we get back to Toril, I hope we find each other. I hope I can help you fulfill that duty.
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they are spirits, or something like them. they aren't going home, even if they disappear from thedas, as so many rifters have. they will disappear back into the fade, and whoever they were in toril, whether that was even real — those lives will be lived as though they had never appeared in thedas at all. six, this six, will never complete her duty.
is it kinder to tell her that, or to let her believe that she could carry out her duty one day? the memory of six's sobbing as she hacks uselessly at a training dummy tells adalia all she needs to know about that question. she's lost enough. adalia won't take her duty from her too. she takes six's hands again, locking eyes with her, sincerity practically bleeding from her pores. ❱
When we get back to Toril, I hope we find each other. I hope I can help you fulfill that duty.