[ Somnus lets her go, keeping his gaze fixed on the spot where she had been. Only when the church doors close behind her does he lower his head to look down at the anemone.
What he said was unnecessary, hollow. He can't claim to understand why Pyra left so suddenly, nor does he care enough to find out. A lingering soul's purpose does not lie in making conversation. But the flower has compelled him to speak, and now he must sit with the consequences.
Chroma will only be restored to its former glory by forging connections. Somnus turns the flower over in his hand. Does this mean he'll have to speak with another like this again, unwillingly baring himself for the sake of the world?
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What he said was unnecessary, hollow. He can't claim to understand why Pyra left so suddenly, nor does he care enough to find out. A lingering soul's purpose does not lie in making conversation. But the flower has compelled him to speak, and now he must sit with the consequences.
Chroma will only be restored to its former glory by forging connections. Somnus turns the flower over in his hand. Does this mean he'll have to speak with another like this again, unwillingly baring himself for the sake of the world?
Only time will tell. ]