NPC Inbox: Fear

[lingeringfear]

[Fear's inbox message is simply a crackling of static, with vague thumps here and there. It goes on for about thirty seconds before cutting short, like the sound was snapped off.]

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[lingeringfear]

I don't know if we ever intended on it being a secret. It's only that nobody has asked.

Sorrow died to afford us time to escape.

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[chantes]

Was there no way to fight them back?

( Though she knows this answer, given that the Inquisitor had offered the same thing at Haven )

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[lingeringfear]

We tried.

We were not created for war. We were ill-equipped to deal with a genocide.

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[chantes]

Was there ever another way to accomplish this, or was this just the fastest?

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[lingeringfear]

To accomplish ridding themselves of us?

I don't know. This was the most convenient for them, I'd imagine.

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[chantes]

And for getting your power back?
What gave you strength before they came?

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[lingeringfear]

Our host population. They were the first casualties.

They were more simple than you all. We carried a great deal of affection for them.

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[chantes]

Did they face monsters as we do, or were your needs not as dire?

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[lingeringfear]

We didn't have the Door back then, so monsters weren't a factor.

They weren't like you anyway. Your kind needs to be... coerced into supplying us with power. They did not.

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[chantes]

Why didn't they?

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[lingeringfear]

Because they were capable of giving it freely, willingly, and without the negativity that your kind associates with these emotions.

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[chantes]

It may be more than what we associate with the emotion.

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[lingeringfear]

It's unpleasant for you, I understand that.

It wasn't, for our previous hosts. It was part of our relationship.