[ He hadn't suspected that she would demonstrate fealty, and truly, there is no need for it. She is dead, and she no longer speaks for the divine. He's been within the Draconian's presence and a gaol crafted by the Astrals for far longer than she had ever been alive. In that respect, she speaks another truth. The Somnus she had known is dead. What remains is this: a specter, a statue, a weapon, an accessory, a soul whose purpose is to be used in sacrifice.
The realm of dreams has caused him to soften. Lest he forget, he is only the above, and the future is what matters most. Her opinion does not.
Whatever reaction he would have had for her in the past for defiance is nowhere to be found. Instead, a cold, steely reticence settles across his expression. There are two paths before him. Either he forces her to bow, or he leavee her be out of some lingering respect for her person.
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The realm of dreams has caused him to soften. Lest he forget, he is only the above, and the future is what matters most. Her opinion does not.
Whatever reaction he would have had for her in the past for defiance is nowhere to be found. Instead, a cold, steely reticence settles across his expression. There are two paths before him. Either he forces her to bow, or he leavee her be out of some lingering respect for her person.
Somnus steps away, pivots, then departs. ]