Aera would very much like to know what Bahamut was thinking in general. Her faith in the Gods had been pure and straight, through and through. It still is... but the disappointment, the slight betrayal she feels shows on her face. Not in Somnus, she's already made that apparent. But in the Astrals themselves. She just can't understand why this happened, but she'll spare Somnus from her verbal anguish and repetitive questions.
Mostly.
"But that was my job, Somnus... did they really distrust me so? Did I not do everything they asked of me? Ardyn as well. Did we not do their bidding just as foretold?" Her head shakes again, and she buries her face into her hands to hide the oncoming tears. This can't be right, NONE of this is right and she just... doesn't understand any of this. At all.
She wants to snap at Somnus again when he continues, she wants to grab him by the shoulders and shake him until he understands just what he's done. But he's too thick, his ego is far too precious and he just isn't getting it.
"...You are not the chosen, Somnus. You cannot get rid of the Scourge alone," She breathes through her fingers, her entire body slumping slightly in her despair. "Someone else will need to be chosen. Do you know what that entails? The suffering that will need to happen? To a member of your own family?"
Dropping her hands, she looks back over to the young king, no longer embarrassed or upset to show her distress, tears openly falling down her cheeks. "Ours are cursed bloodlines, Somnus. I will pray for the future kings and oracles to come, because the darkness is coming and it is going to get worse and worse. Many will die... but what do I know? Absolutely nothing, apparently."
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Mostly.
"But that was my job, Somnus... did they really distrust me so? Did I not do everything they asked of me? Ardyn as well. Did we not do their bidding just as foretold?" Her head shakes again, and she buries her face into her hands to hide the oncoming tears. This can't be right, NONE of this is right and she just... doesn't understand any of this. At all.
She wants to snap at Somnus again when he continues, she wants to grab him by the shoulders and shake him until he understands just what he's done. But he's too thick, his ego is far too precious and he just isn't getting it.
"...You are not the chosen, Somnus. You cannot get rid of the Scourge alone," She breathes through her fingers, her entire body slumping slightly in her despair. "Someone else will need to be chosen. Do you know what that entails? The suffering that will need to happen? To a member of your own family?"
Dropping her hands, she looks back over to the young king, no longer embarrassed or upset to show her distress, tears openly falling down her cheeks. "Ours are cursed bloodlines, Somnus. I will pray for the future kings and oracles to come, because the darkness is coming and it is going to get worse and worse. Many will die... but what do I know? Absolutely nothing, apparently."