[Sorrow isn't physically in his temple, but he's always there in some form or another, aware of the comings and goings through the quiet spikes of emotion therein. He feels it from Nick this time, and more- he feels the rest of it, the regret from the recent events, the difficulty that he's had.
There's no guilt- or if there is, then he doesn't let himself feel it. Everyone does what they can to survive, and the gods here are no different. If that makes them enemies of these people, then so be it, but there's a necessity to it that isn't easily understood by a victim.
Still.]
Yes.
[The voice echoes through the temple and Sorrow steps in gingerly behind Nick, composed as ever, despite the matter at hand.]
But none of you here have the power to kill Hope yet.
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There's no guilt- or if there is, then he doesn't let himself feel it. Everyone does what they can to survive, and the gods here are no different. If that makes them enemies of these people, then so be it, but there's a necessity to it that isn't easily understood by a victim.
Still.]
Yes.
[The voice echoes through the temple and Sorrow steps in gingerly behind Nick, composed as ever, despite the matter at hand.]
But none of you here have the power to kill Hope yet.