[Frieda does not steer a whole world, but she does steer the destiny of her people. She holds the power to control the titans and could, in theory, free her subjects from a life behind walls - but, given the historical precedent, doing so would mean condemning the rest of the world to oppression and suffering under their rule once more, which is why her war-weary ancestor ensured that his successors would inherit his ideology of peace. Ever since, the Eldian rulers have been helpless to act in the interest of their own people, forced to prioritise the greater good of humanity. In that sense, she would understand Lahabrea's distress.
Hearing that only three people survived the end of their world, she looks struck - but Lahabrea's magick quickly makes her eyes go wide with wonder. She sees the sphere turn into a world, blue and green much like hers, and as he narrates the further events, she watches them play out like in a beautiful little theatre. Even without words, she figures that the red light must be him. They are gods, he and the others, to be able to surpass the physical realm.
When the world breaks apart all of a sudden at Lahabrea's snap, it actually startles Frieda, so immersed did she get in the glowing illusion.]
No..! After everything that was sacrificed, your world was still destroyed?
[It's too cruel. What fate could be so merciless? Frieda knows how harsh and relentless existence can be, but if even the sacrifice of nearly all life in their world was not enough, its fate only worsening rather than being averted, then what can Lahabrea still believe in? It's no wonder the man is doomed to lose his sanity farther down the line. Frieda wants to reach out and put a hand over his in comfort, but hesitates - sympathetic as he is to her, he does have a forbidding presence even in his grief, and the last thing she wants is to accidentally transmit an impression of pity rather than compassion.]
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Date: 2024-01-24 09:50 am (UTC)Hearing that only three people survived the end of their world, she looks struck - but Lahabrea's magick quickly makes her eyes go wide with wonder. She sees the sphere turn into a world, blue and green much like hers, and as he narrates the further events, she watches them play out like in a beautiful little theatre. Even without words, she figures that the red light must be him. They are gods, he and the others, to be able to surpass the physical realm.
When the world breaks apart all of a sudden at Lahabrea's snap, it actually startles Frieda, so immersed did she get in the glowing illusion.]
No..! After everything that was sacrificed, your world was still destroyed?
[It's too cruel. What fate could be so merciless? Frieda knows how harsh and relentless existence can be, but if even the sacrifice of nearly all life in their world was not enough, its fate only worsening rather than being averted, then what can Lahabrea still believe in? It's no wonder the man is doomed to lose his sanity farther down the line. Frieda wants to reach out and put a hand over his in comfort, but hesitates - sympathetic as he is to her, he does have a forbidding presence even in his grief, and the last thing she wants is to accidentally transmit an impression of pity rather than compassion.]