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[Where she's tucked herself away is unimportant, which is why she's not giving that bit away. Mother Nature sounds more resigned and contemplative than anything, and there's the faint sound of crowds in the background.]

Death is like gravity, it cannot be stopped or all of the universe begins to go out of sorts. Things unravel when people come against such things, more than they believe they are already. Things die, it is a part of existence and a rule of the universe that should never be broken.

And yet here we all are, being forced in to a fight that will be ultimately lost. Forced to take a side and prepare ourselves and others for what? To be felled in battle? To fade out of existence?

[She sighs.]

I don't know how many of you have seen war, but it is not anywhere near so glorious as anyone wants you to think. It is blood and death and terror for little more than bragging rights over some pile of dirt or another.

It is people sitting at windows waiting for their lovers to come back with scars that will never go away if at all.

It is those you love leaving and never coming back.

It is watching everything you love burn to ashes in your fingers for some ideal that will never fill the hole they leave.

[She sighs, shaky.]

Worlds have died before, entire civilizations and people have been erased from existence and yet... here we are, still alive, still existing despite all of that.

We should be planting a new tree, making new homes, not trying to save a burning ship... but what do I know about anything. I'm no god, no war hero.

I've just been dragged here and forced against my will in to a fight I've no interest in. So please; sell me a reason to fight, give me something to believe in that will work.

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[ Maglor looks... weary, but there is a fell light in his eyes (he does not like war, but the Feanorionnath are very good at it, and his father's famous fire stirs at the call to battle) ]

War is never glorious, and yet... [ a small shrug ] I cannot countenance staying behind and waiting either, kemenamil. The horns of battle call, and e'en if it is in vain, I must go, for the chance that these hands might save even one life. I do not look for glory, for you speak truly that there is none to be found - yet, I look towards morning, still. That you would stay and guard the seeds of tomorrow is a comfort also.

[ A shy smile ] I go for those who cannot, I go to buy the rest even a little more time. Will you give me your blessing to go, kemenamil, although I leave you behind?

If you know how to plant a new tree and send every person in every world over to it before this one burns, you should probably get started. Until then, our only choice is to fight.

[ Thank you, finally someone else who understands. ]

I don't think there is any reason to fight, unless you are brainwashed like everyone else here! Everyone is going to die one way or another, and I for one do not want to waste anyone's time forcing them to fight and pretending they are going to be okay afterwards, when they could be enjoying the life they have left.

[ Oh, plenty of them have seen war ... And this seems so small compared to what he's seen. Whether it is or isn't, it's far from the worst. ]

And what if we won't be able to just plant a new tree?

All the worlds are connected, if you believe what we're told. Where exactly were you planning on putting this new tree?

Once again, you don't want to do anything. What a surprise.

If you truly wish to throw yourself on some sword for such a thing then that is your choice. I will not stand in your way.

[She sighs.]

I will not bless your leaving, but I will plant the stones for the path of your return and keep a light for it. It is up to you to follow the way back.

I could do it, if I had my own power here and wasn't being forced in to a battle I have no interest in. Creating life takes time I'm not being given.

Earth wasn't made in a day after all.

Precisely.

If it were something else we were fighting the situation would be different but... fighting death is just a fool thing to try to go against.

Has anyone even tried?

Slightly sideways of he current one I suspect, do you not know how gardening or forests work?

If by 'anything' you mean senselessly throw myself in to a death I have no desire for then yes. I really would rather not do that, thank you.

[So much sass.]

I'm surprised you haven't talked about this before I did or have you gone native now?

You'll still die. You'd really rather die not doing a damn realistic thing to save yourself?

You can't win against death, it would be like... someone telling you that fear and darkness can be eradicated off the face of the universe. That if they fight hard enough nothing will be frightening ever again.

You can beat this death.

[Who's the pessimist here?]

No, we can survive it and rebuild. A good pruning to get rid of the rot and it might survive but that's not what everyone is trying to do.

[She's being practical, really.]

Because it won't work. Think outside your own role for once in your life.

I am not some warrior eager for gore on my hands, I may be the daughter of one but I have seen what that path leads to and want no part of it.

[ Feferi gives an audible sigh of relief, her fins perking up a bit. ]

I am glad to see there is someone else who understands that! Everyone had the same dream, you would think they would understand it!

Of course they won't, everyone interprets things differently based on what they've experienced in their lives. Not many have witnessed the death of their own worlds or others, few have been in actual wars these days.

They don't know what they're getting in to, let alone what the aftermath looks like.

Oh, aye.

[He's making no effort to sound as if he believes her, but he's not being snide either. Believing she can do such a thing indicates either madness or a great deal of arrogance, and there's often no arguing with either. The restrained anger of his previous reply, though, is gone. At least she's willing to do something to help, impossible as it may or may not be.]

The thing, Ms... [He glances at the name beside her post, raises his eyebrows, and continues dryly.] ...Nature... is time. Many of this tree's branches have fallen already. The worlds of its leaves are withering. Even if power on that magnitude were available, would there be time to use it?

Em, anyone who thinks war is glorious needs to get their heads checked.

If there were enough of us focusing everything we had in to it... it's possible. It wouldn't be pleasant to live on at first but with time it would improve.

[It isn't madness so much as being very old and rather powerful before coming here. When you can throw hurricanes and ice ages at problems and have managed ecosystems as well as watched humanity for a few thousand years you tend to have a different outlook on things.]

It's simply... battles and killing things isn't always the answer, there are always other options and nobody's seem to taken a moment to discuss them or to consider that this whole... ending is likely only a way of clearing out the rotten and diseased to renew everything.

Forest fires don't destroy the ecosystem, they give it new ground to begin again.

You would be amazed at how quickly the horror is forgotten and the victories are glorified. Case and point is most of european history really.

Victories are only celebrated because the losses are so bloody awful. We need a little boost in morale.

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