[center][h2]Benea[/h2][/center]

	“OH my sweet younger sister!” An angelic voice coddled. The sing-song sound had come from a goddess who stood beside the head of Peninal. It was unclear when she had moved there, but there she stood, taking her hands off the head of the dead god and clasping them at her waist. She stood like a calla lily, dressed in flowing white, with creme colored hair (just as long) to match, and eyes that looked like chamomile flowers by the pupil: alabaster around mellow gold. 

	Her name was Benea and she held a small pouting smile on a gentle face, as if something pitiful had happened or as if Monica had scraped her knee. She shook her head so gently, her hair barely shifted. “How awful of the little black bird to put you in such a spot.”

	Benea stepped beside her declared younger sister and pressed her shoulder against Monica’s as she addressed the bird, as if showing some sort of sistership. Even though her words were aimed at Tael, her eyes couldn’t help but glance at the others.

	“Don’t you know?” She started simply. “Following the simple task of our fallen friend will paint you a clear picture of the error of your words.” A white smile. 

	“My dearest Monica is unable to do as you said, in fact most of us are, and how dare somebody push sweet Monica to such a position. Don’t you know why? Haven’t you heard?”

	A pause.

	“Why the crucible isn’t as forgiving and kind as our dearest, and will pervert and manipulate even the kindest hearts, stamping the world with a corrupted will no matter the intention. No, taking all the nodes and holding it until the triggering event is one thing, but the world will still be just as doomed unless the beholder has something my sweet Monica is lacking: an insurmountable will and clear and ordered plan. Such a strong and unyielding sense of how things should be and the will to back it up are one of the only few things that can survive the triggering event.”

	She shook her head at Tael again. “But you likely just didn’t know, so don’t be ashamed. I’m sure most of us here were unaware of such a fact —  how perverted of the nodes — I understand.” 

	Her eyes brightened. “Oh but since you had brought it up!” Turning to the others, her grin grew wide. “Let us start such an order, and place a well unmovable will at the fore…. And don’t you fret.” Benea gripped Monica’s shoulder. “Our beloved will still be a happy participant in the greater order.”

[hider=Summary]Benea disagrees with Tael and supplants herself as Monica’s older and wiser sister. She then says that a true order needs to be formed, with an unshaking will at the head — or the triggering event will corrupt the weak will of whoever took the nodes.[/hider]

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