we, as children of this very star, have to come to terms with that truth eventually.

to feel pain is still to feel, no.ᐣ

we cannot be given life if death does not exist, somewhere. we cannot experience, cherish, and grow . . . if we cannot lose, too. if we cannot grieve.

these things are not an evil, Nata. I think you understand that, to some extent.

. . . it is scary. there’s nothing we can do to change that.

but we live, despite it; do we not.ᐣ eventually, we, too, will be carried on through others’ lives. do not let that fear shackle you to such a degree that you fear experiencing altogether. all things come with duality.

. . . mm.

what are you most afraid of losing right now, Nata.ᐣ

okay. well. good morning, then.

thus, much as their fates are written into the stars and their spirits return to the soils, we are as bound by cycles as everything else is. just another cogwheel amidst a tapestry that works to spin this very earth.

that, though, is the very reason the allhearken stands before us. I’m sure you understand.

I wouldn't interpret it as being all alone. it’s a short - sighted perspective.

we live. we meet new people. we lose them. we carry those stories on while we repeat this cycle.

. . .

for much of my earlier days, it was a fear that ensnared me, too. many a comrade did I fail to cherish for the time they stood by me for that very reason.

the absence of grief for a time does naught to quell it for the long term, though.

. . . it’s a fear that grips the traditions and practices of many wyverian settlements, really.

humans have such fleeting lives compared to we, who are blessed with the vitality of the ancestral dragon, despite the shedding of scales and horns in exchange for skin.

( cough. ) the really old ones are. much shorter.

. . . second,

for . . . wyverian standards — especially those of the old age, for those that do still tread the earth — the Allhearken is . . . not terribly old, actually.

where are they getting these words from