A light scoff escapes him. His 'home'. How the worlds are presently is not what he calls 'home', and it is laughable to refer to them as thus.
"My world is no longer. In its place is a paltry mockery of what once was, filled with weak and feeble creatures who now lay claim to it." His tone turns distant as he thinks of the sweeping vistas of Garlemald and the beauty of the flora and fauna in Ilsabard to their south. The expression on his face is no less fond as he thinks of it. "Those creatures are ignorant of the Stars beauty, its wonder, and its history. They are content in squandering the world in pursuit of satisfaction in their short lives without care for the gifts the Planet bestows upon them."
Oh, how he wishes that were not the case. Back to the question at hand. "In short: Yes, The Star will flourish while the creatures upon it misuse all its gifts."
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"My world is no longer. In its place is a paltry mockery of what once was, filled with weak and feeble creatures who now lay claim to it." His tone turns distant as he thinks of the sweeping vistas of Garlemald and the beauty of the flora and fauna in Ilsabard to their south. The expression on his face is no less fond as he thinks of it. "Those creatures are ignorant of the Stars beauty, its wonder, and its history. They are content in squandering the world in pursuit of satisfaction in their short lives without care for the gifts the Planet bestows upon them."
Oh, how he wishes that were not the case. Back to the question at hand. "In short: Yes, The Star will flourish while the creatures upon it misuse all its gifts."