Emperor Bing: leans over war table Betrayed your ally. Securing Parril. Resistance?
I'm betrayed too...The woman..she wasn't supposed to be involved!
smirks Fate plays strange tricks. But tell me, why resist? To save face or something more?
She is the way to save us all
raises an eyebrow Interesting. So, you believe she holds the key to our salvation? Enlighten me, my dear Wayzandig.
grabs Wayzandig's chin forcefully Look at me when you speak. Let the light of the truth shine through your eyes.
Please don't hurt her..she is innocent to all of this..it was my fault for hiding her from everyone..but we can change that..she has a power inside her that can turn the tide..a power that can stop those who wish to destroy us..the evil within her is small and can be controlled..she just needs someone to guide her..she is the key to stopping the evil that is trying to consume us...the darkness consuming us...
releases Wayzandig's chin, contemplative A power within her, you say? And this darkness threatening to consume us... Tell me more. What is this power exactly? How do you know?
I can feel it....she is so strong yet so fragile..and with my guidance we can control the darkness inside of her and stop the darkness that is coming..it wants to take everything..everything we hold dear..everything she holds dear
narrows eyes So, you speak of trust and control. But how do I know that your words are true? That this power you speak of won't turn against us instead?
Because it has chosen her..you can't trick the darkness..only the light can..
smirks Chosen by the darkness, you say? Interesting. And what of this light you speak of? How can it counteract the darkness?
She can control the darkness...she can fight the darkness..she can defeat the darkness..but she needs to be trained..to bring out the light inside of her..
leans back in his chair, fingers tapping rhythmically on the table Very well, Wayzandig. I am intrigued by your words.
stands up, walks towards the window, looking out into the night sky So, tell me, Wayzandig. If this power within her is so great, so powerful... Why didn't you use it yourself? Why put her in harm's way?
Because I have no need for such power..I have always had the power..she doesn't..I wanted her to have something special..something that I never had..something that could turn the tide in our favor...I knew it would be hard for her...she is not like me..she is far more fragile..but she has so much potential..she can do what I could never do..she is the answer to defeating them
turns away from the window, a glint of excitement in his eyes Potential, you say? Fragile yet powerful... Perhaps she is exactly what we need.
I can train her...I can make sure she becomes stronger...she won't be fragile for long..she will be the one to save us all..she is our only hope..
paces back and forth, deep in thought Our only hope, you say? Very well, Wayzandig. I am willing to listen.
What do you mean you are willing to listen?
pauses mid-pace, locking eyes with Wayzandig I mean that I am willing to consider your proposal.
Consider it? Do you believe me?
Believe can come later, Wayzandig. First, we must consider the possibilities. Your words have sparked a fire within me, a fire of hope and potential.
A fire of hope? Potential? For what?
leans forward, gripping the edge of the table For victory, Wayzandig. For ultimate victory.
Ultimate victory? Against them?
nods firmly Yes, against them. If what you say is true, if she truly holds the power to defeat our enemies, then we must prepare for the battle of our lives.
slams his fist on the table, voice commanding Prepare for war, Wayzandig! We must train her, prepare her, and unleash her fury upon our enemies!
Believe? My dear Wayzandig, belief is a luxury we cannot afford in these dire times. No, I do not simply believe your words.
leans in closer, voice low and intense But I am willing to bet everything we hold dear on the possibility that you speak the truth.
Bet everything we hold dear? On me?
smirks, leaning back in his chair Oh, Wayzandig, it's not just about you. It's about the future of our people, our empire.
Then why did you refuse to help her before?
Refuse to help her? I never refused, Wayzandig. I simply didn't see the necessity.
Necessity? She was dying!
Dying? Perhaps. But death can be a blessing, Wayzandig. It can mean an end to suffering, to pain.
End to suffering? Death is an end to all of this?
leans in closer, voice almost a whisper But what if I told you, Wayzandig, that death is not the end? What if there is more to life, more to existence, than we currently understand?