>>6042454The rest of the day passes by, you training with the three children until supper time. You all leave Raxus Prime behind, returning home for another masterfully-prepared meal by Silver and his assistants. But once you all are done, Caulifla, back in her base form reaches out to you telepathically.
“Can we talk? Privately?” she <span class="mu-i">thinks</span> to you, you feeling her worry through the link.
“Of course kiddo, I'll meet you atop the ship.” you answer, Caulifla ending the link. You head up there immediately, you telling Meloka where you're going and what's going on telepathically.
“Good luck.” she tells you as you leave the mess hall, exiting your home and flying up onto the roof. Where you wait a few moments, your daughter joining you shortly after. She flies up wordlessly, sitting atop the ship and facing the setting sun. Where you notice she isn't wearing her necklace, the pendant instead sitting in her hand.
“What's on your mind kiddo?” you ask her, walking over to sit beside her. She doesn't answer immediately, still looking down at the pendant in silence. You don't push her, sitting quietly with her as the seconds pass. For over a minute you both sit there until she finally speaks, her voice uncertain.
“Am I a failure? Do I... Deserve this power?” she asks, looking from it over to you. “The only reason I have this power is because I failed.”
“What do you mean, failed?” you ask her gently, not understanding what she means. To which she sighs out, looking back to the pendant.
“If I hadn't failed Yorshka, if I'd been faster, she would still be alive.” your daughter says. “And because his sister died, Lord Gwyndolin no longer wanted to live. He passed his power to me then perished as well. All because I failed them.”
“If you weren't there to protect them, what were you doing instead?” you ask her, curious why she thinks she failed. “I know you, if you could have stopped it you would have.”
“Well, it's kind of a long story.” she says, telling you of how she'd gone to his world, defending his city from an alliance seeking the god's destruction. Something you don't comment on, letting her tell her tale. Of how she had been sent out to fight them, falling into the trap they'd set. Using some sort of magic to trap her within a cathedral, trying to wear her down. “I was so tired from training I couldn't even think, I was just acting on instinct. Fighting with everything I had. Until it happened, the assassin got Yorksha.”
“Assassin?” you ask, brows furrowing. There's no love lost between you and such bastards.
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