[[Voice]]

[biteoffherhead]

[For once, Moro is using her journal! Her voice comes over the journal, sounding strangely serene. There's a touch of sadness, but overall, she seems content.]

I am aware that my daughter was known, and loved, by some humans. She has returned to where she belongs. There are things still in this den, from her memories of all of you.

I do not care greatly for any of you. I still do not trust many of you.

But she did. And that is something that you should know. Do not dare disrespect that.

[Even with that closing threat, Moro doesn't seem to be untrusting, threatened, or angry.]

You now have but one forest god. And I will defend these trees until I die doing so.

Comments

[voice]

[biteoffherhead]

I do not need your thanks.

[voice]

[hiken_ace]

No, but you deserve it.

[voice]

[biteoffherhead]

I don't understand.

[voice]

[hiken_ace]

You chose to become the guardian of the forest here, correct? That takes compassion and dedication. You continue to take care of it on your own. You deserve thanks and much more for that.

[voice]

[biteoffherhead]

How flattering.

[voice]

[hiken_ace]

--I meant to be grateful, not exactly flattering...

[voice]

[biteoffherhead]

I am fulfilling my role, and nothing more. I do not deserve thanks - those who do not fulfill their role deserve scorn.

[voice]

[hiken_ace]

I would just like to show my appreciation for it. That's what I was taught. I won't force it on you, though.

Scorn is for those who would try to shove their role on another.

[voice]

[biteoffherhead]

Interesting.

You are a strange human indeed. You remind me of some of them, and yet are nothing like them.

[voice]

[hiken_ace]

... heheh. I'm known for being... different in my world. I'll take that as a compliment, thank you.

[voice]

[biteoffherhead]

May you always be on the side of the forest.

[voice]

[hiken_ace]

I plan to be. I promise.