[Sorey's words feel heavy on his shoulders, as if they, too, weigh upon him. He's right, of course, but with the fate of the world at stake...what could they do? It's too much. He felt it, as he's sure the others did, but no one would dare say it aloud. They all knew what would happen if they did nothing.
He searches for something to say, uncertain of what he would even want to convey. Reassurance? Confidence? It feels a little hollow. Destiny is a poor excuse, but it's the truth of why they're there. In the end, all he can do is agree, nodding softly.]
But doing nothing isn't possible.
[At least there's truth in that. Whether he or any of the Champions were chosen by destiny, or whether they fulfilled destiny by being themselves...none of them could just let things happen.]
no subject
He searches for something to say, uncertain of what he would even want to convey. Reassurance? Confidence? It feels a little hollow. Destiny is a poor excuse, but it's the truth of why they're there. In the end, all he can do is agree, nodding softly.]
But doing nothing isn't possible.
[At least there's truth in that. Whether he or any of the Champions were chosen by destiny, or whether they fulfilled destiny by being themselves...none of them could just let things happen.]