[Akua reflects Midna's unspoken thoughts and the Twili finds herself nodding along pensively. Where she thought she might find more answers, she feels greeted by only more questions, tangled in a web of uncertainty. No matter how one looks at it, it's quite a lot to ask of someone. If worlds hang in balance, pinning that weight under something as flimsy as word of promise is a high risk indeed.
Midna doesn't care for it.]
Is there any evidence that what they've said to those here like you, like me, holds truth?
[It feels like a weighted question to ask. Perhaps what she's really asking is if Akua actually believes any of this. This could, of course, be coloured by how long one might have spent in this world. Even someone who initially is in denial can eventually be indoctrinated. It's a fascinating thing, what people will force themselves to believe just to cope and survive. Who's to say, then, that Akua hasn't fallen into that, herself?
Midna can't help wondering how much she can trust anything from anyone in this world. It would likely be wiser to take all of it with a grain of salt.]
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Midna doesn't care for it.]
Is there any evidence that what they've said to those here like you, like me, holds truth?
[It feels like a weighted question to ask. Perhaps what she's really asking is if Akua actually believes any of this. This could, of course, be coloured by how long one might have spent in this world. Even someone who initially is in denial can eventually be indoctrinated. It's a fascinating thing, what people will force themselves to believe just to cope and survive. Who's to say, then, that Akua hasn't fallen into that, herself?
Midna can't help wondering how much she can trust anything from anyone in this world. It would likely be wiser to take all of it with a grain of salt.]