The Hollow Knight shook its head. It also raised a hand, holding it up as if deflecting the apology away. Lyng had nothing to apologize for; his world was not the world the Hollow Knight had failed to protect. The dawn that he and his friends had inherited was not the burning, blazing light of the Radiance, in all her brilliant majesty.
It was its own fault for not being able to keep its... its fear, it supposed, down and away. It could not fully submerge those feelings in the void within it. No one's fault but its own. Not even Hers, really, for all the wicked hate and infectious disdain She had had for it as Her prison.
The Hollow Knight flipped over the paper it had scribbled the crossroads on and quickly wrote: Hallownest is night eternal. It is passing strange to hear of the Dawn in any but an ominous way.
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It was its own fault for not being able to keep its... its fear, it supposed, down and away. It could not fully submerge those feelings in the void within it. No one's fault but its own. Not even Hers, really, for all the wicked hate and infectious disdain She had had for it as Her prison.
The Hollow Knight flipped over the paper it had scribbled the crossroads on and quickly wrote: Hallownest is night eternal. It is passing strange to hear of the Dawn in any but an ominous way.