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The Dendro Archon must be kept from this battle, Tsaritsa thinks.

The young child (compared to you, isn't it?) was captured by humanity and even used by one of your Harbingers. Are you not ashamed? Are you not guilty? Are you not the Goddess of Love? No, you've abandoned that title to become the raging storm that would do anything to burn this current world and bring a new one forth. For all who had been lost, for all sacrifices, for all who had suffered already. If you stop, it will insult their deaths and your sins.

Buer must not be harmed, Miroslava notes at the words spoken by the younger Archon. She knows the other is a God of Wisdom, the previous Dendro Archon... what was her name? Why can she not remember? Why is memory so vague and so cloudy? She wonders if it was an alteration of the Irminsul. She wonders if the Traveler has done something else. And yet, it's not what concerns her the most.

Such bright green eyes, such a small statue, such a big heart. Nahida could easily take over as the most loving Archon as of now. The ones who had lived for centuries and thousands of years were arrogant in their own way. Tired of Celestia's rule, knowing the disasters it brought alongside what happened in Khaenri'ah.

Tsaritsa is silent at that moment, staring at the small hand extended to her. Her gaze is silver and cold, frigid in its showcase as her heart was put behind hundreds of closed frigid doors with ice protecting her past, her love, and her wish for a better future. This world will be burned to its core, but the seeds of humanity and hope will bloom again. Sumeru proved to be strong enough to walk forth as did Liyue and her own land. They will be alright.

"I refuse," she speaks plainly, lifting her gaze up from the hand extended to the one holding it out. It's cold, but Miroslava is... she cannot accept it. She cannot accept this warmth, and she cannot let it melt her resolve. No, it won't. Tsaritsa knows it, and it makes the whole gesture feel like she will insult Buer for even thinking of accepting it. Nahida must not forgive the Fatui, the ones who walk forth in her name. It would be better if Nahida doesn't wish to reach out her hand to her.

They aren't friends, they aren't comrades, and Nahida will not be asked to fight against Heavenly Principles and Celestia. Thus, she mustn't try to understand Miroslava. Her path was chosen. She will not move away from it. Nor will wish for Nahida to forgive her or her Harbingers. Their path is laced with vile atrocities, all to reach the heights that will bring Celestia crashing down.

" it isn't always intentional. sometimes our keys just get tangled up, and i don't think twice about picking up mine. but when i do it on purpose, sometimes it's because they were left out in the open. knowing him, he'd probably end up moving something around and losing them in the process. at least they don't get lost with me. "

sure, his method results in kaveh getting locked out sometimes. but nothing is stopping him from prying open a window if he's really that desperate to get back in. contrary to what he threatens sometimes, he doesn't intend to keep kaveh out.

contrary to popular belief, haitham isn't emotionless. when kaveh is upset, in a way, they're both upset; he just hides it significantly better than his roommate does. he'll openly admit he knows exactly what buttons to push and how hard to push them to get a reaction, and he’s done so frequently. but the way kaveh is now isn't the result of haitham's influence. kaveh came home like that, this isn't his fault. which begs the question, who upset him? and then, a further inquiry: what is he supposed to do about it?

he's in a difficult situation here. he doesn't know what the problem is, which rules out a quick solution. judging by the way kaveh stormed off to his room after haitham's initial acknowledgment, it's probably better if he doesn't pry anyway. still, he can't just sit back and do nothing. leaving that mood alone to fester would just make everything worse. begrudgingly, he sets his book aside, pushes off of the couch, and carries himself around the corner. it only takes a few steps to get to kaveh's doorway, where he leans against it promptly, arms crossed and a brow raised.

      " . . . i do not have a biggest regret . i have regrets . "

   the night speaks , eyes as shining as the starlight opening slightly to look away , before they return to gaze upon the one who dared to even ask her such . not many would , so in a way , nyx has to respect it .

   " think about it this way - i am old . i have seen the rise and fall of countless of empires and worlds even , all that fell under my watch . all that fell into darkness , in the end . i have many regrets , yes , and i have big regrets , too . but life is meaningless in it's whole , so to waste it and waste your time pondering which regret might be the biggest is . . . futile . a move of a fool . one that will have you stuck to the past , and not let you grow from it - learn from it . "

   " you were brave enough to inquire me such , and for that , i will grant you the knowledge of one of many things that perhaps i should not have done : to lie to the child i helped raise , zagreus - his reaction to finding out the truth still plagues my thoughts from time to time . i do not wish to repeat such action - or to do something that will gain me said response , once more . not only did it affect him , but a dear friend of mine as well . and because of said decision that i and the king of the underworld had , we took the chance of watching a child grow from a mother , who very much deserved it . "