The shards were destined for specific hands. Whoever was in his was someone from his own world, someone he knew.
[And now that person, along with whoever had been in his other shard, was gone for good. A small thing, when compared to the destruction Zenith seeks to see stamped across their entire existence, but still. It weighs heavily on him.]
Perhaps it would not have worked with another not of his world. I don’t know. But the shards needed to be delivered, and when I accepted, I knew I might have to be the one to do it.
I’m sorry for not telling you sooner. We agreed to keep silent about it until the mission was complete. I suppose it is, now.
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[And now that person, along with whoever had been in his other shard, was gone for good. A small thing, when compared to the destruction Zenith seeks to see stamped across their entire existence, but still. It weighs heavily on him.]
Perhaps it would not have worked with another not of his world. I don’t know. But the shards needed to be delivered, and when I accepted, I knew I might have to be the one to do it.
I’m sorry for not telling you sooner. We agreed to keep silent about it until the mission was complete. I suppose it is, now.