Parsle's Links
Kicked while down... I have always been there during new births from the Well, and now I am forced to sit as one of the rabble during their first anniversary celebration instead. Too weak to protest this disgrace, my planet in shambles, my people's faith waned. And then to be denied this, after everything? I fear what else Parsle will herald, in this destitute new world.
How am I supposed to feel about him? I mean, not like - well, I'm sure he must hate me to some degree, right? I took so much from him. I'm... I'm everything he was supposed to be, I guess... oh god. I don't want to think about that. I hope he doesn't want to meet me.
Parsle wasn't supposed to be anymore than I was. I hope he handles it better than I did.
Hearth still thinks he deserves dibs, I hope it's wisdom keeping Parsle on that space station.
Parsle, the well's newest creation. I'm afraid I've barely spoken with him, the same can be said of most of us and it's not given me much of an impression. He seemed innocent enough, we'll see if it lasts once he finds a home.
He's uh, a lot. Like a vice around my neck, makes it hard to breathe. Um. The way he smiles? It's got this undertone that sends centipedes up my spine. Everyone just tolerates him? Um. Wow.
Parsle, what a delight! I feared we'd never meet another of the well's creations, that Triv was our final judgment. And yet here we are, face to face with another beautiful Arcanas. I wonder what he was made for, and how he will embrace it. The sooner the better, I can't wait to hold him!