[For a long moment, Liem considers Hayame's question in silence. Where will he go, now that he has been given the power to choose? What will he do? He is only a man, despite the weight of destiny that those from Horos and Kenos alike have tried to place on him. He has no divine insight that would allow him to choose the right path with surety, nor can he ask the Lord whose wisdom might have helped him in the past.
Guidance from the divine was never a guarantee, though. Even in his own country, the judgement he's relied on has by necessity almost always been his own.]
I'm going to pray.
[For the ritual of it, mostly. For the chance to lay his questions nakedly out, to take stock of his knowledge and his options, to better understand his own duties and motives.]
And then, I'm going to find a guiding star. And I'm going to start walking.
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Guidance from the divine was never a guarantee, though. Even in his own country, the judgement he's relied on has by necessity almost always been his own.]
I'm going to pray.
[For the ritual of it, mostly. For the chance to lay his questions nakedly out, to take stock of his knowledge and his options, to better understand his own duties and motives.]
And then, I'm going to find a guiding star. And I'm going to start walking.