[center][h2][b]Ophelia[/b][/h2][/center]

"Who knows what we might do to get what we want? Especially if what we want is to become a god... The world didn't survive the last Blood Moon, Gerlinde, not really. You never saw Yharnam as it really was, before all of this... Though I am in agreement with you that becoming a god sounds like the best outcome we might hope for. We as true Palebloods, that is, I don't know enough about the false Palebloods to say for sure whether it's possible for them." Ophelia replied, waiting a few seconds before she continued. 

"Ascending... We need to know how those who came before ascended, don't we? The knowledge of the past is crucial, love." Ophelia added, taking on a tinge of animated feeling but still retaining much of the morose and still qualities from before as she spoke. Ascension... she had no idea what one had to do to become a god - the way that the Shopkeeper had described their experience sounded quite unusual. She supposed that the category of "gods" was, itself, perhaps merely a function of their paltry understanding--there were scant few sources to consult on such a matter. More reasons to understand how those who had come before had done it, she supposed.