[ Nothing knows the importance of history more than a spirit shaped by its touch.
Ah. This is Otegine's memory.
As Otegine's recollections slot into place, as do Trahearne's, creating a rift in consciousness as the sylvari's mind struggles to fit around the touken danshi's. He understands now. He sees why Otegine was so concerned with history--it is why he was made. To preserve it. The logical part of his mind doesn't quite understand how that is possible, but the body he inhabits does.
Along with the unpleasant dislike.
He blinks as he feels memories flash in his mind's eye, with each beat of the heart. He stares at the two before him, desperately yearning for the void whence he came. ]
What good is my task to preserve the past if I cannot even recall my own?
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Ah. This is Otegine's memory.
As Otegine's recollections slot into place, as do Trahearne's, creating a rift in consciousness as the sylvari's mind struggles to fit around the touken danshi's. He understands now. He sees why Otegine was so concerned with history--it is why he was made. To preserve it. The logical part of his mind doesn't quite understand how that is possible, but the body he inhabits does.
Along with the unpleasant dislike.
He blinks as he feels memories flash in his mind's eye, with each beat of the heart. He stares at the two before him, desperately yearning for the void whence he came. ]
What good is my task to preserve the past if I cannot even recall my own?