It had been over a decade since the Dark Lord had heard that name spoken again... Daemon; the birth name given him. But far longer had it been since he'd heard his name uttered by another. It was the name of one who was dead, devoured by Darth Exodeus. And yet, he could not deny it as she spoke his name... as it resonated with him as if it still belonged.
"It was once said, to err is natural... though to rectify? That meant glory."
Exodeus closed his eyes briefly as he felt the heat from her hand against his skin, against his face.
"But to be free from error... to be free from that which lingers even with triumph... would you not take it? If you could scour the weakness of the flesh... would you not embrace it?"
At that, he opened his eyes again, staring to meet her gaze with his own. He remained silent for a time, dwelling on the question she raised to him as her voice lingered in his mind, as he reached out, and grabbed the back of her head, drawing her closer to his face.
"We are bound, Andraste, until the end of days. Then whatever it is that will be chosen... will be chosen together. Your path, and mine. And if it shall be our destiny, then let us choose it... as one."
"It was once said, to err is natural... though to rectify? That meant glory."
Exodeus closed his eyes briefly as he felt the heat from her hand against his skin, against his face.
"But to be free from error... to be free from that which lingers even with triumph... would you not take it? If you could scour the weakness of the flesh... would you not embrace it?"
At that, he opened his eyes again, staring to meet her gaze with his own. He remained silent for a time, dwelling on the question she raised to him as her voice lingered in his mind, as he reached out, and grabbed the back of her head, drawing her closer to his face.
"We are bound, Andraste, until the end of days. Then whatever it is that will be chosen... will be chosen together. Your path, and mine. And if it shall be our destiny, then let us choose it... as one."