[ Above them, some grey clouds have started to roll in, making what was previously a pleasantly blue sky look more like a used rag in several places. It's not the kind that portends a heavy downpour, bur rather signifies a slight shift in the Hydro Dragon's mood. ]
Yes. By destroying the throne and returning the power stolen by usurpers, Focalors made me the final judge of Fontaine and its citizens.
[ Not the Heavenly Principles. He thinks back on Focalors' final moments as she finished explaining her plans to him, bidding him farewell as she stepped into her dance, moving around the stage with that massive sword of condensed Indemnitium following her and hanging directly above her head throughout the whole scene; he doesn't know if she had thought it appropriate to end this centuries long "drama" this way, or if it was something as mundane as wanting to do something human in the few seconds she had left.
After all, that is all she had wanted for herself—"In my eyes, to be human is to be part of the greatest opera ever known."
A few raindrops begin to fall to the earth in an uneven cadence, splashing their hair and clothing. Neuvillette isn't outright weeping, but the equivalent of an errant tear has escaped to drift along the dragon's cheek. Nevertheless, he continues, voice just as steady as before. ]
My predecessor was the beating heart commanding the Primordial Sea that birthed all native life in this world. Unlike Egeria who could only create an incomplete race of facsimiles, I was able to grant all Fontainians true humanity and thus absolve them of their sin.
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Yes. By destroying the throne and returning the power stolen by usurpers, Focalors made me the final judge of Fontaine and its citizens.
[ Not the Heavenly Principles. He thinks back on Focalors' final moments as she finished explaining her plans to him, bidding him farewell as she stepped into her dance, moving around the stage with that massive sword of condensed Indemnitium following her and hanging directly above her head throughout the whole scene; he doesn't know if she had thought it appropriate to end this centuries long "drama" this way, or if it was something as mundane as wanting to do something human in the few seconds she had left.
After all, that is all she had wanted for herself—"In my eyes, to be human is to be part of the greatest opera ever known."
A few raindrops begin to fall to the earth in an uneven cadence, splashing their hair and clothing. Neuvillette isn't outright weeping, but the equivalent of an errant tear has escaped to drift along the dragon's cheek. Nevertheless, he continues, voice just as steady as before. ]
My predecessor was the beating heart commanding the Primordial Sea that birthed all native life in this world. Unlike Egeria who could only create an incomplete race of facsimiles, I was able to grant all Fontainians true humanity and thus absolve them of their sin.