[ The understanding comes with a soft feeling. It’s a relief, in a way. It’s a part of everything about his new life that he’d just simply never had the time to consider until he got to Kenos. It was always so busy, so dangerous, and there was never time to think about what being in what felt like an alien world meant. Here? There was too much time. It’s why he threw himself into every project and opportunity offered to him. That was a better way to occupy his mind than simply feeling… alone.

So, it’s gentle, maybe even uncertain, since she didn’t seem to be one for touch, but it’s important to him all the same. It’s no more than the gentle touch of his hand on her arm as a physical gesture of that sad understanding. But here, it’s soft, warm fingers, not cold, unfeeling bone. Communion is the only place where he can make such a connection anymore.

Still, it’s brief. It feels like something he perhaps shouldn’t do, because it did feel somewhat intimate, even if that’s just a carryover from his own culture. ]

…In a way. It’s funny because I know they’ll fail even if they get the chance to try. The Lords of my people did, and even with all our knowledge, all our power and wisdom, Rivellon is… pitifully primitive. I cannot say I don’t understand the Zenites’ desire, but it’s a false hope. It cannot be better.

[ He says it with bitter certainty as he shakes his head. ]

…No. Drizzt’s perspective is the only one that makes sense to me. But I would still rather perish to try and save my people rather than consign them all to the Void with no attempt.