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How long had it been since Seiros last dreamt of her? It was usually a result of loneliness tearing through her — longing to hear the softness of her mother’s voice, to be awash in her tender gaze and feel the gentle touch of her hand. But now Seiros is closer than she had ever been before to seeing her centuries of work come to fruition. Byleth is the key to everything. Her mother need only wait a little while longer.

          So why is she questioning her now?

“ I must, for it is what must be done. Don’t you see, mother? ” The word ‘mother’ breaks upon her tongue, foreign from disuse, but full of affection still. Seiros cannot help but feel like a child again in Sothis’ presence, dream or not, and her heart aches to be in the circle her mother’s soothing embrace, to rid her of the all-consuming darkness. That day in the canyon still plagues her nightmares — the screaming, the blood, the splintered bone — and it serves as a reminder of why she continues with this ever-tiring farce. It is all for a singular purpose.

Look at what I’ve done, mother. Aren’t you proud of me?

                                                                                         Aren’t you proud?

  for years , god has been silent. naught but a whisper ‘pon other’s tongues, and an excuse. you are a godkiller. you are a holy saviour. you are a member of a bloodline blessed by the goddess. all of these things are true, and yet ! the heavens have not opened up. 

 when you were younger, you dreamed of light from the ceiling, a voice speaking to you in tongues of redemption and salvation and all the things that this place was not. but no light ever came. and no goddess ever saved you. you saved yourself. 

 eleven children had walked into that dungeon, sollemn and silent and tearstained, the dark figure of a treacherous uncle trailing ahead. one child walked out, bloody and beaten and alone. she prayed every night, to a goddess who could not - or would not - answer. what had she done ? to deserve such silence from the one that was said to save ? 

 perhaps you had been born evil. that’s what the church said, about those the goddess ignored. perhaps you had been born rotton. but you could not accept that. your siblings hadn’t survived, and there had been such extreme kindness, and grace, and purity in them, even in the worst conditions. the only evil ones in that room were the adults.

 so - 

          who was the cruel one ? you… or the goddess?

 to compete in a world where god herself was cruel, you knew what you had to do. you became god. or godlike. you hardened your heart, became the axe with which you slaughtered. you became like her. holy. ugly. cruel. 

                and now she speaks to you ? and now she says this?

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