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Death. Every human dies. From old age, illness, during the war... I have seen it million times. Felt it. Being sad about it and wondered what I can do. Why am I feeling their pain? See their most precious memories? One time, a young girl was staring at my eyes, trying to say "It's okay. I understand that", I saw her aura, her strong belief that I am someone like a God. That she has accepted her death, that is her time. I couldn't. She was around 14 years, at times where women were hunting for witchcraft. But she wasn't a witch, just a child. And I couldn't interfere with that. Ajak's orders. Like always.
I know, that Eternals are my family, and Arishem knows exactly that we fulfil our mission. To kill every Deviant on Earth. Protect humans from them and only them. Nothing more.
But in 1521 everything changed. We changed. We fell apart.
"Could our mission be a mistake?"
It was strange because I felt it. Abandonment. Not death. Was I something more than just a skilled warrior with daggers and knives? All those emotions were beyond me. I wanted to go after Druig, go with him, but couldn't. Not when I couldn't understand myself.
I travelled to Kamar-taj, to find peace and myself. Became one with body and spirit.
For almost 500 years didn't see any of the Eternals. But felt like I always knew where they were. Almost like they were whispering their locations. Wanted me to find them and bring back the whole group. Once again be family.
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