The Hollow Knight listened with rapt attention, its blank face never turning away to look at anything else. Two moons in the sky... it had seen the sky before, black and coldly shining, the stars so pale and far away. The moon was gone, but it had heard tales of it, a cold reflection of Her burning light.

To have two mirrors to reflect the being that was their sun... and to have one house a great and terrible power within it itself... it was difficult to imagine.

The Wyrm would never have stood for it.

But it was not here to think better of its Father's kingdom than anyone else's. It was here to learn about its neighbours, and this was such a sad, interesting tale.

The Hollow Knight lowered its head, reacting, it assumed, with respect to the world that had been so badly harmed in Lyng's tale. The moon had fallen. Their dawn, their kindly dawn so hard won, was to rise pale and staggering, guided by these Scions and their mission.

A worthy cause, it supposed.