[ He at least deserves some context for her answer. ]
When Mythra first awakened... [ From being a crystal. ] She only walked on the earth for one year. And then... [ She gestures to where they are. This realm, this paradise. ] We were here. [ And what a miserable time it had been remaining here, especially initially, vulnerable and in mourning. So much time had passed since then. ] Being awakened imprinted some humanity onto us. [ Among other things. ]
That year on the earth, and our time here in Aellyn... [ She sits up again, bringing a hand to her chest. ] Learning to love the world and others, being able to love... [ She shakes her head, more to herself. She feels as if she's rambling, not making sense. It's difficult for her to describe, made even more so because she's recalling her past. But she pushes through it. ] I'm not sure when we started to learn how to love, in that first year.
But when we did, that's when we felt alive. [ But it had been too little for her to notice, too late. There was a war, there were other matters. There was no time for Mythra, new to emotions as she was, to truly assess anything she had felt at the time. She was struggling, drowning in that humanity. But it was still love, appreciation she had come to feel after interacting with others. ] And here, in Aellyn...
[ She glances at him, then away. She feels alive loving him. Others, too, of course. But especially him. ] It's the same.
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When Mythra first awakened... [ From being a crystal. ] She only walked on the earth for one year. And then... [ She gestures to where they are. This realm, this paradise. ] We were here. [ And what a miserable time it had been remaining here, especially initially, vulnerable and in mourning. So much time had passed since then. ] Being awakened imprinted some humanity onto us. [ Among other things. ]
That year on the earth, and our time here in Aellyn... [ She sits up again, bringing a hand to her chest. ] Learning to love the world and others, being able to love... [ She shakes her head, more to herself. She feels as if she's rambling, not making sense. It's difficult for her to describe, made even more so because she's recalling her past. But she pushes through it. ] I'm not sure when we started to learn how to love, in that first year.
But when we did, that's when we felt alive. [ But it had been too little for her to notice, too late. There was a war, there were other matters. There was no time for Mythra, new to emotions as she was, to truly assess anything she had felt at the time. She was struggling, drowning in that humanity. But it was still love, appreciation she had come to feel after interacting with others. ] And here, in Aellyn...
[ She glances at him, then away. She feels alive loving him. Others, too, of course. But especially him. ] It's the same.