[Our sibling. The Hollow Knight, then, for surely the others were very, very dead, and had always been. The few who slipped past before the Knight either killed by her, or murdered by the more dangerous denizens of Hallownest.
The eldest, then, was here, something else she'd definitely not expected. At this point though, perhaps she'd just have to expect that instead.
Anything seemed liable to happen now.
She could not blame the Hollow Knight either, for their attack. Not really. She remembered the battle prior after all, and even then held no grudge against them. They did as they were meant to, as they were taught to, for better or for worse. She could no more be angry at them for it than she could be angry at the rain for falling.
... It didn't stop the odd, deep pang, however. Unaddressed, it would remain.]
... Who else, from Hallownest, has made this distant other world their home...?
[She'd not address the specter of the wyrm, nor question the reality of their sibling, still trying to figure out what question should be properly asked first. There were so many.
Did their sibling still yet suffer then? What was their state, were they whole? Was this land populated with the dead? All of them brought some measure of distant, but distinct pain. She'd wait, just for a bit, to ask each of them. Perhaps she'd find better words.]
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The eldest, then, was here, something else she'd definitely not expected. At this point though, perhaps she'd just have to expect that instead.
Anything seemed liable to happen now.
She could not blame the Hollow Knight either, for their attack. Not really. She remembered the battle prior after all, and even then held no grudge against them. They did as they were meant to, as they were taught to, for better or for worse. She could no more be angry at them for it than she could be angry at the rain for falling.
... It didn't stop the odd, deep pang, however. Unaddressed, it would remain.]
... Who else, from Hallownest, has made this distant other world their home...?
[She'd not address the specter of the wyrm, nor question the reality of their sibling, still trying to figure out what question should be properly asked first. There were so many.
Did their sibling still yet suffer then? What was their state, were they whole? Was this land populated with the dead? All of them brought some measure of distant, but distinct pain. She'd wait, just for a bit, to ask each of them. Perhaps she'd find better words.]