"I see." She'd at least partially suspected something of the sort herself, though she'd had less than wonderful luck in digging just how many times it had happened. "I was able to speak to one of the old members of the Academy. Though they were able to tell me very little about the nature of the Void Cryst itself. It's unfortunate she wasn't the one in charge." It really was a shame that the only survivor they could speak to wasn't the one with the most information. "I wonder more about what the purpose is of destroying a world only to remake it and begin again." It seemed like quite a waste of both lives and time. If it was some sort of cycle she couldn't help but have a slightly ominous feeling about the motives.
"I see. If you are certain..." she hesitated and then folded her arms across her chest as if she were steeling herself. "Tartarus is the direct result of the mistakes of the Kirijo Group." There was nowhere better place she could think of to start the explanation than with that admission. Despite everything there was still substantial guilt tied up inside of her but she wouldn't hide from it. Nor would she hide from the responsibility she felt she had.
"My grandfather learned of the existence of another world where beings known as shadows exist. Upon realizing that shadows could manipulate time and space my grandfather sought to find a way to control them. It was an ambitious and noble goal at first, one built upon the pursuit of knowledge." At least that was what she tried to tell herself. That was what she had to believe. The alternative was thinking that her grandfather had been quite mad from the start.
"Unfortunately, the nature of shadows was much more complex than we could have imagined. The truth they uncovered was that of the Fall, where Nyx would descend upon our world and destroy all of humanity. I..." she trailed off for a minute as shadows of guilt, regret, and a deep sadness danced on her face. "I like to think perhaps that truth was too much for them." It was kinder to think that way. If she thought that way then it meant her grandfather had simply lost hope upon the discovery and resigned himself to simply bringing it about. That was a more pleasant thought than him being some megalomaniacal villain.
"Further research led to the discovery of the herald of Nyx, Death itself. After this discovery they felt as though there was no denying destiny. They determined that death would be a deliverance for everyone." What a horribly embarrassing thing to admit of her own blood. That he would simply accept that as the future was horrid enough. Yet he had gone further still by encouraging it. He planed to help usher it along. It was disappointing to say the least. "They collected Shadows to combine them together to resurrect Death. In doing so Death would summon Nyx and our world would cease to be. One scientist disagreed with their plans and attempted to stop them. This caused a massive explosion destroying almost all of the lab. This destruction led to the creation of Tartarus. It grows out of the ground every night at the site of the former lab during the Dark Hour. The tower is massive, unpredictable, dark, and crawling with hostile shadows."
She paused again, this time to shake her head sadly. "I apologize, that was quite the lengthy explanation." Probably much more than he had bargained for.
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"I see. If you are certain..." she hesitated and then folded her arms across her chest as if she were steeling herself. "Tartarus is the direct result of the mistakes of the Kirijo Group." There was nowhere better place she could think of to start the explanation than with that admission. Despite everything there was still substantial guilt tied up inside of her but she wouldn't hide from it. Nor would she hide from the responsibility she felt she had.
"My grandfather learned of the existence of another world where beings known as shadows exist. Upon realizing that shadows could manipulate time and space my grandfather sought to find a way to control them. It was an ambitious and noble goal at first, one built upon the pursuit of knowledge." At least that was what she tried to tell herself. That was what she had to believe. The alternative was thinking that her grandfather had been quite mad from the start.
"Unfortunately, the nature of shadows was much more complex than we could have imagined. The truth they uncovered was that of the Fall, where Nyx would descend upon our world and destroy all of humanity. I..." she trailed off for a minute as shadows of guilt, regret, and a deep sadness danced on her face. "I like to think perhaps that truth was too much for them." It was kinder to think that way. If she thought that way then it meant her grandfather had simply lost hope upon the discovery and resigned himself to simply bringing it about. That was a more pleasant thought than him being some megalomaniacal villain.
"Further research led to the discovery of the herald of Nyx, Death itself. After this discovery they felt as though there was no denying destiny. They determined that death would be a deliverance for everyone." What a horribly embarrassing thing to admit of her own blood. That he would simply accept that as the future was horrid enough. Yet he had gone further still by encouraging it. He planed to help usher it along. It was disappointing to say the least. "They collected Shadows to combine them together to resurrect Death. In doing so Death would summon Nyx and our world would cease to be. One scientist disagreed with their plans and attempted to stop them. This caused a massive explosion destroying almost all of the lab. This destruction led to the creation of Tartarus. It grows out of the ground every night at the site of the former lab during the Dark Hour. The tower is massive, unpredictable, dark, and crawling with hostile shadows."
She paused again, this time to shake her head sadly. "I apologize, that was quite the lengthy explanation." Probably much more than he had bargained for.