Fillial stood atop a mount of memories, gazing up toward the weight of truth while grappling with the crime of existence.
To ease the burden, she'd sent her past self to bear the weight of what would be.
Her future self had come back to set right what was, taking on the burden of facing Sloth. The real Sloth. The one whose power she inherited.
As for the Sloth of the present…
She was the one who carried their identity.
The one who held the most important memories.
Memories of her family — her world. Those she wished to protect. All whom she loved.
None of whom existed here on Pandora.
To protect herself and her identity from being lost in the maze of minds, she lived separate from her scheming twins of self. Those aspects of her had been carried away, leaving her in a childlike state. A state her body had morphed to fit the soul.
Her goal in life was much simpler than manipulating the world toward proper desecration and destruction…
She merely had to contain the Corruption.
