"I see," Estinien, diverting his gaze again. Yuya isn't describing it as deterministically as Estinien has been, but the sentiment is there. What is the difference between those that saw the light and those that got lost in the dark? He's not sure if he wants to know.

"What came before? What delivered us to this place, with such a feeling in our hearts? This I wonder." His stare roams upward, to where the moonlight is beginning to peek through the stone. "It felt to me as if all I'd known before had died... and yet, somehow, I was remade in that cavern... for what purpose?"