[ Joonghyuk stares forward, only every once in a while looking over to the Exarch to see what he's doing. Books have always wielded power where he came from, enough to save him and his comrades from unnecessary suffering, sometimes even death itself. How long has it been since he touched a book? Was it when they held the fake sacred texts? He listens to the Exarch talk about this world, his world, and his knowledge, somewhat eyeing the spine of the book under his fingers.

... Heavensward. His hands come together with interlaced fingers as he leans forward with elbows on his knees, taking this all in with a pensive expression. ]

It sounds like our worlds are too different and we know too little about this one.

[ Maybe, again, he's at a place too early. If he were to come later, would there be an answer? Maybe the Exarch would have progressed in his research in reconnecting the soul to their original vessel, but these Primals sound powerful to leave a lasting mark where the soul can't return. Wouldn't they need to speak to the < Underworld >? Or do they not have that?

The Exarch's predicament is complex in its own way. ]

We'll see the conclusion we want. [ He doesn't mean to say it to the Exarch, but for everyone. Everyone that isn't here. ] As long as we don't give up.

[ ... ]

But I don't want to be here for six moon cycles.