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


"It's already ruined, Farren. Has been since long before you came here. I don't know how much it's worth trying to save a ruin." Ophelia replied, something in her shifting again. So much loss and destruction hung over this place like a pall--it wasn't like Yahar'gul, where it was obvious and tangible and palpable, but kept behind a very thin barrier indeed: one that Ophelia was starting to feel like she could see through. Ego... or perhaps those at Yahar'gul, would penetrate it soon enough unless they stopped it from happening. It did have to be them, she reckoned, for all the reasons Farren had mentioned--but it struck her in that moment that even though attempting to stop such a thing from happening would cost any mortal their lives, it was only an agent of Ego that had urged them to do anything about it. None of the mortals of this city, that she'd seen, had been lining up to rebuke the possibility of another Blood Moon--and if they weren't willing to lay down their lives for it, if they weren't willing to suffer for it, why should she? She'd felt so noble earlier, a proud protector of that which she valued, but recent events had caused her to question that value--what had Yharnam ever done for her? What had its people done, really? All that she'd held dear had been ripped from her in one way or another, and she ached terribly to fill that loss. Was that how the Great Ones felt too? She half-remembered a saying, perhaps from a dream, that the gods inevitably lost their children and sought out surrogates to fill that void... or perhaps that was just the workings of a feverish mind. 

"... after this, we go to Cainhurst and get the chalice. The labyrinth must hold secrets of ascension, relics of gods past--things we can use. If this world will offer us no succour, then we will transcend it." Ophelia said after a moment's pause, looking at Gerlinde with some glimmer of determination behind her eyes.