Chrom had been quiet for a long while, listening, weighing the options. He couldn't shake the feeling that letting their enemy die like this was the wrong choice to make. Was this the side of themselves they really wanted to show? Was it right? Was it the trait that they wanted to see Narayana embody in return when it came to saving their worlds?
He looked at Falchion, still held in his hand, and his stomach tightened. To make sacrifices...
Chrom turned his gaze toward the portal. Through that gate, Crystallis was waiting. His future wife and son were there too, still locked in crystal. His little sister was unaware of what was happening, and he prayed that she never had to find out. So long as Robin and Morgan lived, Ylisse and her people were safe. They were safe. But if they couldn't reason with Narayana to stop what it was doing, that safety would not last.
"He's right," Chrom said unhappily, nodding at Artemicion (or at Kaji walking through the portal, whichever). "We don't know how to make the sacrifices that Palitutu did. But there are some sacrifices we can make, while others should never be considered. We have no right to put aside the lives of some for the sake of others, no matter how few, or how many." He bowed his head, torn. "Recall what the Sage showed to us. Some of us found the answer in sacrificing the lives of Heroes, but those Heroes never had any say in whether they wanted that path or not. None of us volunteered our own lives to spare those others, and if we cannot be willing to put our own lives on the line, what gives us the right to throw away others? Even our enemies." He looked down at Palitutu, his brow furrowed.
"The innocent lives on Crystallis should never be held in lower regard than any other life, whether we know them or not. Palitutu was right about that too, but we didn't want to listen to her." His face was solemn, and regretful. How long had they spent holed up in Aqures Ixen instead of tending to the needs of the people? How many refugees died in Hera, and Flence, and Aerilon, because there wasn't enough time, or not enough resources to escape?
His jaw clenched slightly. "I can't agree with her methods. But I don't think her intentions are evil, nor do I think she will continue to fight against us. She's bought us time, and for that, I am grateful. I can't deny that she has knowledge and power that would serve this world far better if she were alive." He sheathed his sword. "We are Heroes, not executioners. Justice is not ours to deliver. I would plea that she be healed and brought back to Aqures Ixen. Let Cid decide what is to be done in a proper court of law."
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He looked at Falchion, still held in his hand, and his stomach tightened. To make sacrifices...
Chrom turned his gaze toward the portal. Through that gate, Crystallis was waiting. His future wife and son were there too, still locked in crystal. His little sister was unaware of what was happening, and he prayed that she never had to find out. So long as Robin and Morgan lived, Ylisse and her people were safe. They were safe. But if they couldn't reason with Narayana to stop what it was doing, that safety would not last.
"He's right," Chrom said unhappily, nodding at Artemicion (or at Kaji walking through the portal, whichever). "We don't know how to make the sacrifices that Palitutu did. But there are some sacrifices we can make, while others should never be considered. We have no right to put aside the lives of some for the sake of others, no matter how few, or how many." He bowed his head, torn. "Recall what the Sage showed to us. Some of us found the answer in sacrificing the lives of Heroes, but those Heroes never had any say in whether they wanted that path or not. None of us volunteered our own lives to spare those others, and if we cannot be willing to put our own lives on the line, what gives us the right to throw away others? Even our enemies." He looked down at Palitutu, his brow furrowed.
"The innocent lives on Crystallis should never be held in lower regard than any other life, whether we know them or not. Palitutu was right about that too, but we didn't want to listen to her." His face was solemn, and regretful. How long had they spent holed up in Aqures Ixen instead of tending to the needs of the people? How many refugees died in Hera, and Flence, and Aerilon, because there wasn't enough time, or not enough resources to escape?
His jaw clenched slightly. "I can't agree with her methods. But I don't think her intentions are evil, nor do I think she will continue to fight against us. She's bought us time, and for that, I am grateful. I can't deny that she has knowledge and power that would serve this world far better if she were alive." He sheathed his sword. "We are Heroes, not executioners. Justice is not ours to deliver. I would plea that she be healed and brought back to Aqures Ixen. Let Cid decide what is to be done in a proper court of law."