Atticus frowned.
"Remarkable? I've just watched you slaughter trillions pursuing a goal, only to fail in the end. What exactly is remarkable about that?"
He had also failed, but it was his burden to carry. One he wouldn't shy away from.
"That's because you're looking at the wrong thing." The Spirit King tilted his head slightly. "What you witnessed was a journey. A powerless, clueless boy becoming a force capable of shaking the universe. Why do you think that happened?"
Atticus wanted to say it was because he had been blessed with a broken ability, but he knew that answer was shallow.
"…Longing," he said a moment later.
"Yes. Exactly."
His gaze drifted toward the distance.
