We should make a primal being of darkness to save Cohost from devastation in the Final Days, which 50% of you want to give up your lives to summon it?

Beware the primal being of Light that fractures the web site into fourteen shards

It’s fineeee I’m just gonna get really depressed and make an undersea city

…not the libertarian one, the other one. With the Cubus.

We should make a primal being of darkness to save Cohost from devastation in the Final Days, which 50% of you want to give up your lives to summon it?

Beware the primal being of Light that fractures the web site into fourteen shards

We should make a primal being of darkness to save Cohost from devastation in the Final Days, which 50% of you want to give up your lives to summon it?

“Alphinaud, Alisaie. As of this moment, you shall no longer bear the name of Leveilleur.”

There had been no rest for the Scions since that fateful meeting - the Telophoroi made their move on the Carteneau Flats and everything had been chaos until at last the Lunar Primals had been expunged.

Now, with a quiet moment at last in hand, the weight of what Fourchenault Leveilleur had done began to sink in.

“How could he do this to us?! Our own father, disowned us! And for, caring about people?!” Alisaie was nigh inconsolable, storming around the room, seemingly uncertain what to do with any part of herself.

“Sister, please,” Alphinaud grunted as he tried to restrain her before she threw a framed photo of the Leveilleur twins with their father they had on their bedside table in the Rising Stones. “What father did was inexcusable, I agree, but there are far more urgent matters at hand!”

The fiery twin was near screaming, “I know that, brother, I do! But how are you not angry at him? We are his children, we have spent years trying to do the right thing and help people, and he disowns us! It’s as if he wants everyone outside of our home to die!” A hand grabbed her shoulder from behind and spun her around to face her brother. In an instant, her face broke from rage to despair.

Tears streaking down his face, “I am angry, Alisaie. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it, about what he said. But that’s why I can’t let myself dwell on it. He has made his choice, and we’ve made ours. We are doing everything we can to help people.” Alphinaud’s voice broke as he continued, “If he is not proud of that, if he thinks us so wrong as to disown us, then we are not the ones to blame.”

“Oh, Alphinaud, I’m sorry, I didn’t…”

Setting the nearly-chucked photo on its usual table, face down so that neither of the twins would have to look at it, Satora spoke up. “I apologize for coming in here without knocking, you two. We heard yelling and were concerned, so I wanted to check on you.”

Startled, the twins glanced over at their Miqo’te companion who had been at their side these last several years.

“I know it’s not much, but… if you find yourself lacking for family, you know I am here for you, right? We all are. I admit I’ve seen you as almost like family for some time now. If you want to make that official, I would be more than happy.”

Alisaie rushed to the Keeper’s side to hug her, while Alphinaud stopped himself after a few hesitant steps. “I appreciate that more than you know,” he began. “I think I speak for both of us when I say we feel the same, but might we have some time to think on it? The emotions are still raw after all.”

It was Satora’s turn to burst into tears. “Of course, you two. Take all the time you need.”