|| @technological-terror-reborn ||
Had that... Thing been alive for centuries? For how long had been the Lunari in such a condition? She couldn’t recall as well, it just like a lot of time has passed. Although she merely knew that being in front of her, she could grasp in his voice there was silent, saturnine despair which it was slowly corroding him alive. What had he done so serious, so tragic to have his soul -had he one, first of all?- twisting in agony, mangled by all his sins. Then, the answer Ernye had been silently waiting for: his polished metal, although shining like moonstone under the light of the Queen, was bathed in the blood of the innocent more than once in the past. «...» Such a familiar, unwanted feeling inside the Lunari’s mind. How many times she had been forced to smear her hands with the blood of those who dared to violate the place she used to call home? «No one is innocent, Nightfall. You can hide even in the remotest place of Runeterra, but your sins will always find you. I am a sinner as well...» Raising her arms, she showed her soft, freckled and pale hands to the creature before her. «Do you see these? My skin has been bathed in the blood more than once during these decades... I had to. I’m guilty of murder as well.»