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[seventhsong]

[It's Lorelei. For those who haven't encountered him yet, he looks remarkably (one could say exactly!!) like an older, adult Asch or Luke. Right now he looks fairly sober.]

It might be easy, with how things have gone recently, to give into despair and believe none of us are ever getting out of this place. I have chosen to believe that we will, and that our recent efforts against one of our captors proves that where there is a will, there is a way.

We simply weren't prepared enough this time.

[He frowns faintly.]

But aside from that. There is very little I can offer anyone here as consolation. We made our effort, and we failed. ... But I can offer this. Should we ever escape this Tower, should we lose these collars and regain the power that belongs to us.. ... I can't save your worlds. I can't repair the loss of life that's happened there.

But I can repair mine.

[There's no sense of bragging here at all.]

If ... we can't find a way to restore all worlds lost, but find a way to escape, then Auldrant will be open to any and all survivors of the Tower. You don't have to take up the offer, I will not force you. There will be those who would prefer to have their native homes or nothing at all. But for those of you who feel otherwise ... I offer what I can. And I can offer my world. It won't be your first homes, but it will be a home, somewhere to return to that won't ask who you are or what you are or even what you did. Everyone deserves a home. Everyone.

We just have to survive long enough to get there. Don't give up.

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[warriorscribe]

I haven't given up hope. We'll be stronger than ever before.

*He takes a deep breath.* I don't know that I...no. Never mind. Thank you, for your offer. Are you...you said you can restore your world. How can you do that?

[seventhsong]

Good. Hold onto that idea, and don't let go. Despair is the master of all defeats.

[There's a pause, and then he looks a little thoughtful.]

You can call it magic if you like. It's something I can do. With time and effort, but ... I can't for other worlds unfortunately. The makeup of other worlds' particles is just too different.

[warriorscribe]

You can...rebuild your world. Are you its creator?

*He can't say he's met a creator in person before. Closest he's ever come is to one's right-hand-man.*

[seventhsong]

I'm not sure any one being created Auldrant. But no, I became aware of myself quite a while after the ground and such existed. I am not a god as most people use the word. I just have a few tricks up my sleeve.

[warriorscribe]

I see. *He accepts the fact without any fuss. It was only a point of curiosity, after all.* If it comes to that...do you think we will be able to move our real bodies there?

*As nice as it is to know he can simply be repaired if something terrible happens to him, he does not like the idea of staying in this golem forever.*

[seventhsong]

I certainly hope so. While I intend to ask everyone to keep their artificial forms until I've finished repairing the damage to Auldrant, as it's awfully convenient this way and if there's an accident it's easily fixed, afterwards I'm hoping everyone will have organic, living bodies again. Can't exactly help populate a world on wireframe and floss after all.

[warriorscribe]

...Do you mean to say you can create bodies as well?

*And now he's thinking of the phantoms. Of the poor twisted souls, so hurt all they could do is blame them.*

[seventhsong]

I can make anything out of anything else. Not out of nothing, I need fonons to work with. ... Knowing what I'm making is also good, ordinarily I stick to duplicating something that exists, or once existed in history. ... Why?

[He sounds a bit puzzled. There were difficulties of course. But he can't make what he hasn't seen.. a lot of offworlders would be in trouble if he hadn't run into them.]

[warriorscribe]

If it does come down to that...it would be useful, if we can't transport our real bodies to your world. And...perhaps it could be of help to our loved ones, if we can find a way to ease the phantoms' pain, since their bodies are ruined.

[seventhsong]

I don't know that I can return your loved ones. ... As I said, I can only guarantee Auldrant. It's possible I could place them in the fon belt with those who favor my element. It's peaceful there. But I can't make promises for them.

[It's a difficult thing to admit to. He might not be able to save everybody.]

[warriorscribe]

I understand. It was only a thought...

*Hopefully, though, it won't come down to that.*