There was a knee-jerk reaction as Shiloh twitched, then turned to see a girl standing out here in the sopping rain. Breathing a sigh of relief, she was glad it was just a human. She had been on edge since that mess with Dalanesca, and with her still at large being paranoid was better than being the next statistic. This kid didn't look like she was here for harvesting Silversword, so lord knows why she was here. "If you see a hole in the middle of thin air,
do not go near it–turn around, walk away, don't look at it, don't turn around if you hear somebody call you from that direction, and if you start hearing voices while nobody is there that is when you start running! Oh and stay near the lightning towers…that'll make my job a whole lot easier." She rubbed her face with both hands smearing rain all over. "I need to get out of here." The last bit was just her repeating to herself for sanity's sake than simply stating the obvious. Until the plants stopped dying, none of the Conclave could rest easy.
The deity of storms was a shaky, agitated mess. Dark circles around her eyes showed her insomnia had worsened and her eyes were starting to become bloodshot. Even if she wanted to rest, she couldn't. The ever-present fear dangled above her from a hair's breadth. She even didn't have the luxury of allowing herself to acknowledge her own psychological state, forcibly suppressing everything for the sake of completing her goals. If it weren't for her current divinity, she would have dropped dead from exhaustion. By now Shiloh was starting to fear she was experiencing hallucinations, so the appearance of what looked to be an angel in this desolate downpour flared warning bells. Half thinking she was finally succumbing to delirium, her hand flinched visibly when the angel extended a hand. "…No, I can't–not now. Later I promise, later. I can't give this up right now, not when I have so much to do." It was something only these two would understand, the rest would sound like a lunatic's ramblings to an outsider. As if to plead her case, she explained. "I need this; it keeps me going. I can't afford to stop, I can't afford to rest. Death has turned its teeth on Life, and they need me to keep things together. It's my job. I have to do it."
I can't rest, she needs me. They need me to stay alive and do what I need to do. Nobody else can do this for me, even if they wanted to. It's not their fault; they're just different people. Deities are supposed to protect the world. He picked me because he believed I would work in the world's best interest. There are thousands of people depending on me, so I can't stop now.
I can't stop now.
We can't stop now.
We have to keep going.
We must protect this world from what has possessed Dalanesca and will do whatever it takes to complete our objective.
No cost too great to bring about our goal, no cost too great to preserve their lives–for we are expendable.
An unsteady light shone in her eyes as she was reaching her breaking point. A hollow vessel can only contain so much before the contents overflow. And once they ran over, there was no telling what would happen.