Eleven's brows knit. "Why would plague or disasters be Her will?"
But he supposed that was the question after all, and it led him down several meandering paths of thought. Were such things all the work of the Dark One's influence, or simply natural occurrences She hadn't been able to prevent? Or was it at all possible that She willed them to happen?
Eleven tipped his head back, eyes closing. The thoughts felt near-traitorous to the point of discomfort. But then, Yggdrasil took the form of a floating tree. How much of Her will acted upon the world directly? She only seemed to speak in birthmarks and visions.
And She had only one chosen champion to act on Her behalf.
He shuddered.
"I want to have faith in Her will," he said finally, sitting up properly. "I didn't realize it before today, but I've been questioning it for months. I likely should trust in Her more than I have been."
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But he supposed that was the question after all, and it led him down several meandering paths of thought. Were such things all the work of the Dark One's influence, or simply natural occurrences She hadn't been able to prevent? Or was it at all possible that She willed them to happen?
Eleven tipped his head back, eyes closing. The thoughts felt near-traitorous to the point of discomfort. But then, Yggdrasil took the form of a floating tree. How much of Her will acted upon the world directly? She only seemed to speak in birthmarks and visions.
And She had only one chosen champion to act on Her behalf.
He shuddered.
"I want to have faith in Her will," he said finally, sitting up properly. "I didn't realize it before today, but I've been questioning it for months. I likely should trust in Her more than I have been."