[Hendrik is a plain man, simple with his emotions. He watches the man stare at his hands; an uncomfortable display of restless boredom. The act is uncomfortable enough to provoke him to inspect his own. He turns them over in his lap with a puzzled frown.
It is enough to divert his attention. Eight seconds pass before he finds himself. Five more before he discovers words.]
Enough to find it all preposterous. Common knowledge would have us believe that monument is the source of all life. For each and eery world entire.
[He looks puzzled for a moment and starts talking aloud.]
Perhaps it and Yggdrasil one and the same? I should hardly understand it. Yggdrasil is...
[Dead? He sounds uncertain. The Luminary survived meaning Her power had not been entirely subsumed. But if Erdrea is dying because of missing Her presence does their presence here even matter?]
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It is enough to divert his attention. Eight seconds pass before he finds himself. Five more before he discovers words.]
Enough to find it all preposterous. Common knowledge would have us believe that monument is the source of all life. For each and eery world entire.
[He looks puzzled for a moment and starts talking aloud.]
Perhaps it and Yggdrasil one and the same? I should hardly understand it. Yggdrasil is...
[Dead? He sounds uncertain. The Luminary survived meaning Her power had not been entirely subsumed. But if Erdrea is dying because of missing Her presence does their presence here even matter?]