[Sothis squeezed her fist, letting the blood well and drip onto the offered Shard, rather than touching it directly. Upon contact of both of their Shards being bloodied, the connection between them amplified dramatically, a spiritual connection that felt almost like the eruption of a star with how so much brighter and dominant Sothis's presence within the Communion felt.
It was intense, the core of her: her motivations, her desires - why did she wish to be Meridian? The short answer was: vengeful apathy. It wasn't the desire for home that drove her - for her home had already been drowned beneath the cruel waves of Time, far beyond even her reach and consigned to exist forevermore in forgotten memory. It wasn't ambition either - what ambition could a dead god kindle, bound to a mortal who's only ambition was to make their father happy? Neither was it duty - what care did she have for the mortals and their selfish greed? What responsibility did she have for those who betrayed her trust, butchered her children and paraded their bones as twisted weaponry? They forsook her, they lied about their sins, they created a fictional, palatable rendition of her, and slavishly worshipped it. So, she abandoned them in turn.
Let the humans chart their own destiny as they so fervently desired. Let them drive it directly into the flames of their own destruction. She no longer cared. Apathy was death, and death had become her. Thus Meridian was all that was left for her. They did not deserve to have their world remade.
That magma of resentful apathy slowly cooled into a bedrock of calm resolve for Liem, the Zenith energies successfully transferring over - quite a considerable amount, too. Sothis was clearly eager to purge as much of Zenith as possible...]
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It was intense, the core of her: her motivations, her desires - why did she wish to be Meridian? The short answer was: vengeful apathy. It wasn't the desire for home that drove her - for her home had already been drowned beneath the cruel waves of Time, far beyond even her reach and consigned to exist forevermore in forgotten memory. It wasn't ambition either - what ambition could a dead god kindle, bound to a mortal who's only ambition was to make their father happy? Neither was it duty - what care did she have for the mortals and their selfish greed? What responsibility did she have for those who betrayed her trust, butchered her children and paraded their bones as twisted weaponry? They forsook her, they lied about their sins, they created a fictional, palatable rendition of her, and slavishly worshipped it. So, she abandoned them in turn.
Let the humans chart their own destiny as they so fervently desired. Let them drive it directly into the flames of their own destruction. She no longer cared. Apathy was death, and death had become her. Thus Meridian was all that was left for her. They did not deserve to have their world remade.
That magma of resentful apathy slowly cooled into a bedrock of calm resolve for Liem, the Zenith energies successfully transferring over - quite a considerable amount, too. Sothis was clearly eager to purge as much of Zenith as possible...]