[ Her gaze carries her sympathy for his death still, and her voice is soft. She steps closer to him, and there is that same tender motion from before, her free hand lifting to over the two of theirs. ]
Whatever you wrote down on a scroll or book.
However you changed the land... with each step you imprinted upon the ground.
Any children you may have had.
The people you interacted with, whose hearts you may have touched.
[ Her hands squeeze his, her look hopeful. ]
Those legacies live on... making you a part of your world, even past death.
[ So many lives were lost the very day she had been created by her otherself. All of those legacies lost when the entire continent was destroyed. If any bit of Torna still exists in the five hundred years she's been sealed, she doesn't know, but she hopes a part of it did. She's also hoping that his is not a similarly tragic tale, that something of him survived through the ages. ]
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Whatever you wrote down on a scroll or book.
However you changed the land... with each step you imprinted upon the ground.
Any children you may have had.
The people you interacted with, whose hearts you may have touched.
[ Her hands squeeze his, her look hopeful. ]
Those legacies live on... making you a part of your world, even past death.
[ So many lives were lost the very day she had been created by her otherself. All of those legacies lost when the entire continent was destroyed. If any bit of Torna still exists in the five hundred years she's been sealed, she doesn't know, but she hopes a part of it did. She's also hoping that his is not a similarly tragic tale, that something of him survived through the ages. ]