“Back then, I had a certain ignorance. I think that protected me more than anything. When you don’t know what you don’t know, it’s almost easier to keep going.”
“That’s what I saw in my time here. I understand that even the Magi can continue to grow, and our abilities can continue to expand. I lost mine and managed to regain them! Think of what else is possible for us? Think of all the things that we might be capable of doing, if only we open ourselves up to learn and try new ideas.”
They turned to the Yahinv, still holding hands, and Isandra felt a fluttering of excitement within her that was mixed with another emotion, one that she had not known for a long time. It took her a moment to realize what it was. Hope.
“You won’t get used to the passing if you don’t allow it to roll over you. The more you remain tense, the more you’ll feel each wave. It’s like much in life. You must allow it to wash over you. Attempting to fight it will only make it harder.”
We have taken upon ourselves the belief that maintaining peace is more important than finding a long-term solution.”
“We manage peace. That is how we best serve the gods.” Endric shook his head. “We find people who are unwilling to stand up and fight when it is necessary. We foster weakness. It’s long bothered me that the Denraen didn’t seem to have the same need for peace as the Magi, and yet we are said to have served the Urmahne in the same way. How can we have both?”