Larksong Grotto it's a march to extinction with your god in step

It was more than he had been told.

It laid bare the past of Typhon, it bonded them as brothers once more but —

A tension headache, throbbing and foreboding. He could only sigh as a start, posture rigid only by his own internal frustration. Ratio may have done no wrong, but nor did Typhon. Not in the eyes of Prophet, at least.

I do not know why he went to such protective lengths, He confessed. I do not want it to be this way either.

If your mind has been made by his doing, I respect it. However I do ask that you talk to me now. Brother to brother of your future. Your value is too great to not respect, even in the wake of all of this.