I know. I saw mine too. We were on the cusp of greatness, and then --

[ And then. She'd died. She had died and arrived here, and the momentous moment, that coin spinning, suspended between mortality and intercession, she was stuck. In the in-between space with a Name that had not manifested still burgeoning in her chest and she could almost hear the Bard's voice in the back of her mind, every time her thoughts turned to the destruction of her world: The House Always Wins. ]

I will admit that I am confident only that it could be possible. But will the price ultimately be worth it? I cannot say. I can say that I will do my best to make it so, unless there is a hidden cost that we have not been told.

But! Until that day, I will hope that we will persevere to bring not just my world, but yours and all the rest back too. I hope that we will all be able to work towards such a thing, and achieve it.

[ Her words are, as always, careful. Akua still does not trust them, she does not trust that the cost will not become too high. However, she cannot -- cannot -- choose otherwise.

And her heart felt a pang, ad the moment when she had wavered. ]

I hope you keep your resolve in this strange land.