The word 'Dawn' was not one it liked. The Hollow Knight lowered its head, looking back down at the map, its gaze trained on that one bump in the upper right area of the crossroads. It hadn't marked the Temple of the Black Egg on the map, but it was hard not to look at it now. DAWN WILL BREAK, She had promised, and Her fierce light had shone from its eyes.

The Hollow Knight touched the crack in its mask briefly. She was not here, and this dawn that Lyng spoke of was not the dawn of Her controlling love. This dawn fought for peace, and Lyng spearheaded it. It was a noble goal, much like the goal of the Knights had once been.

When Lyng smiled sadly, the Hollow Knight nodded, and though there was no change in its expression, it was a nod of sympathy.