They could have known. In all their damned and infinite wisdom—they should have known—!
[The bitter sting of tears threatens again as his voice goes sharp-edged as a knife. For all the times he spent calling out to the divine in hope of rescue, the hours he spent pleading to Corellon, to Sehanine, to all the Seldarine and gods for aid, there is a faint whisper of a memory of pleas to his mother, to his father, but those were more quickly silenced with Cazador's punishments.]
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[The bitter sting of tears threatens again as his voice goes sharp-edged as a knife. For all the times he spent calling out to the divine in hope of rescue, the hours he spent pleading to Corellon, to Sehanine, to all the Seldarine and gods for aid, there is a faint whisper of a memory of pleas to his mother, to his father, but those were more quickly silenced with Cazador's punishments.]