Bulwark talks or interrupts her. She dismisses him, but keeps the three of them. In another strnage twist, she invites them to walk outside with her, but leaves the guards behind. She talks about anything in particular, mostly about the history of the civilization and what she has to do.
"I don't want to be a god." She quietly mentioned, looking over the gardens.
Suddenly commotion from the court and shouts from the guards. Returnign back inside, there is a woman with a small bundle in her arms. She cries out for Aeternitas help. She pushes aside the guards and examines the child. She is horrified to see the child in such a sick state and asks how he got this. She cries how her whole family has it and she has yet to get it. She asks for help since her child is ill.
"This is... what I had." She remarked, her fingers trailing on the child's feverish skin. Such delicacy for a dying creature.
"What-?"
"This may be hard, but I don't think I can do anything for your child. I'm sorry." She whispered, feeling tears of her own fall down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry." SHe embraced her, careful not to hurt her dying child. She would get her doctors to see the baby and maybe ease the suffering, but nothing else could be done.
She's angry now. Angry for not knowing what has been happening, she confronts Bulwark.
"I... I caused the entire Western World to receive the Black Plague, courteous of me. What a gift." She mumbled, running her hands through her unbraided hair.
"I don't want to die!"
"I don't want to be a god." She quietly mentioned, looking over the gardens.
Suddenly commotion from the court and shouts from the guards. Returnign back inside, there is a woman with a small bundle in her arms. She cries out for Aeternitas help. She pushes aside the guards and examines the child. She is horrified to see the child in such a sick state and asks how he got this. She cries how her whole family has it and she has yet to get it. She asks for help since her child is ill.
"This is... what I had." She remarked, her fingers trailing on the child's feverish skin. Such delicacy for a dying creature.
"What-?"
"This may be hard, but I don't think I can do anything for your child. I'm sorry." She whispered, feeling tears of her own fall down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry." SHe embraced her, careful not to hurt her dying child. She would get her doctors to see the baby and maybe ease the suffering, but nothing else could be done.
She's angry now. Angry for not knowing what has been happening, she confronts Bulwark.
"I... I caused the entire Western World to receive the Black Plague, courteous of me. What a gift." She mumbled, running her hands through her unbraided hair.
"I don't want to die!"