For the first time since she began explaining, Rhosyn looked away.
"Because you already know the answer," she said after a moment. Her voice carried no defensiveness, only something worn. "You know the history of this world." She looked back at him. "The Primordial Bloodline was broken long before you arrived. What power we had left was fragmented, unstable. What you call miracles were once routine."
She paused.
"By the time it happened, we could no longer act on that scale."
Trafalgar didn't look away. "Then why act at all?"
"Because there was still one thing that could be done," Rhosyn replied quietly. "And only one."
She exhaled. "Moving a soul. Moving an existence. Not creating nor restoring. Just… relocating before it was lost."
Trafalgar's eyes narrowed a fraction. "We?"
