Good. You're coming back to yourself. ( As if this latest bout of audacity is a sickness from which Caitlyn's body is only now beginning to recover. Narula's sigh comes deep, perhaps practised. )
Whatever's gotten into you, get it out. You don't need to bother about the dead or the waters. There's nonsense coming from the Senate. From the markets. They talk. That's all their sort do, they talk, and they talk. We do. We... are the chosen ones. The true children of chaos.
( As the Chained God so rightfully decrees. ) They're afraid of the waters, just like they're afraid of everything they don't understand. You shouldn't be. You're better than that. The waters... help us.
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Good. You're coming back to yourself. ( As if this latest bout of audacity is a sickness from which Caitlyn's body is only now beginning to recover. Narula's sigh comes deep, perhaps practised. )
Whatever's gotten into you, get it out. You don't need to bother about the dead or the waters. There's nonsense coming from the Senate. From the markets. They talk. That's all their sort do, they talk, and they talk. We do. We... are the chosen ones. The true children of chaos.
( As the Chained God so rightfully decrees. ) They're afraid of the waters, just like they're afraid of everything they don't understand. You shouldn't be. You're better than that. The waters... help us.