Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-28358106-20160903211632

"Why? Let me show you something."

The Goddess takes Jorge's hand and leads him down, down into the waters, but he finds he is not pressured by the water, nor is he kept from breathing. A world opens up before them.

He sees people. People happily going about their business, talking, laughing, arguing, living. People on a street, together, going about their lives. He sees a familiar castle, and familiar shops. He sees people he recognizes. He sees Whitemarch.

"Tell me what you see. Does this look like the world is ending to you?  It is not.  The people live, the universe continues.  It goes on, as it always has, and always will.  Why is this different from what you know?  Why are you here when you felt that the heavens had ended before?  They have not.  You are here, Jorge, because your friend needs you, because he cannot help himself just yet.  He lacks faith.  He is powerful, he is wise, he is benevolent.  He is beloved.  But he, and those close to him, have been trapped by a hell of his own making, though there is no way for him to yet know."