[ The one syllable is flat, emotionless. She didn't see anything different than he did. It's not something she likes to reflect on: the feeling of having her life's work come to nothing in the end, the world crushed in an instant by what she can only assume is the machinations of the Dark One.
But this -- this world is here, and Moiraine knows that it should not be if the Dark One were to break free of his prison. If he were free in her reality, he would be free in all of them. And this -- this is what gives her hope, in a strange way. ]
But visions can mislead, no matter how clear they may appear. They can be subject to the interpretation of the one who sees them. Perhaps what we saw was not what is, but what may be. Perhaps it may yet be stopped, or it may not happen at all.
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[ The one syllable is flat, emotionless. She didn't see anything different than he did. It's not something she likes to reflect on: the feeling of having her life's work come to nothing in the end, the world crushed in an instant by what she can only assume is the machinations of the Dark One.
But this -- this world is here, and Moiraine knows that it should not be if the Dark One were to break free of his prison. If he were free in her reality, he would be free in all of them. And this -- this is what gives her hope, in a strange way. ]
But visions can mislead, no matter how clear they may appear. They can be subject to the interpretation of the one who sees them. Perhaps what we saw was not what is, but what may be. Perhaps it may yet be stopped, or it may not happen at all.