[When Meteion is brought in to this mindscape, all she can do is drop to her knees, submissive. She tries to cry out, but there is no sound until the Regent chooses to address them. And what they call for takes the entelechy's breath away--if such a thing can be said to happen, here.
There's always been a little fear in Meteion's heart, and it does not in any way subside, now. She wasn't ever meant to be a weapon, despite what her sisters have done. She has nothing to add, here. But she's filled with trepidation she does not voice.
In the past, the Regent told Meteion that she, of all the Kenoma, best understood why they were doing this--but does she, really? It's not that she questions the Regent. Only herself.]
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There's always been a little fear in Meteion's heart, and it does not in any way subside, now. She wasn't ever meant to be a weapon, despite what her sisters have done. She has nothing to add, here. But she's filled with trepidation she does not voice.
In the past, the Regent told Meteion that she, of all the Kenoma, best understood why they were doing this--but does she, really? It's not that she questions the Regent. Only herself.]