Some barrier was pushed in Lunise. Her brow pinched and she scrunched her eyes shut, shaking her head. "Meesei," she said sadly. "You are being naive." Her eyelashes glistened. "Just fifty years ago, back before you met me, before you were born, I was not the same woman. And I was not in the same Tamriel. I love you too much to imagine how, but...Who could say what person I shall be fifty years into the future? Will I be resentful and ashamed? I would prefer that I die before I drag myself through a bed of knives falling out of love with you." She bowed her head forward. "That is why I am lamenting over all these stupid flowers."

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"Very good," Darahil answered flatly. He returned his attention to the rest of the council. "In that case, my suggestion to the council is this; I shall gather all the resources I can to attempt enchanting enough automata. I will only ask two days, for that is the limit I wish to remain awake from now in a consecutive stretch. After two days, the council is guaranteed to have at least one option available to them for this mission."

Fendros glanced to Ahnasha and Marcaille. He raised an eyebrow at Darahil. "Are you sure two days will be enough time?"

"No," Darahil immediately said. "But I have a personal interest in the presented challenge."