[He shakes his head, dropping down onto the bed next to her and looking down at his lap. Strange that the glow of the crystal that meets him when he looks down is more comfort to him than his own crystal could ever be, now. The one moment where it might have at last given him relief - to fight the daemons, to save his friends, to liberate their home - was shattered when its magic clutched his wrist and forcibly dragged him within.]

Maybe, after what happened with Ardyn, the gods decided they didn't need trust, just obedience.

[That's assuming they'd trusted him to begin with. They'd given their family such great power, and doubled it up in Ardyn's case- not just the crystal's magic, but a healing power, though it was more twisted than the Oracle's. It hasn't helped. Or was all of that planned from the beginning, too? Was it easier if the worst of the scourge and their world's darkness was channeled through one man rather than spread out? Who even knows...]

Maybe it'll all come together when I've been in the crystal that long, but since I've been dragged here, what if that messes something up? Interrupts whatever it's doing? If there's something important that I'll need later... I should find out what it is. Just in case.