For a few moments, Finel wonders if he's asked the wrong question, uncertainty beginning to settle heavily in his chest.
Yet there are elements in the answer that feel unsettlingly similar to the patchwork half-truths of history of his own people. Elves, once ancient and long-lived, yet corrupted by the coming of man. A civilization destroyed and almost entirely lost...
...although evidently, that hadn't been the way of it at all. The downfall of the Elvhen had begun long before. The corruption that had shortened the lifespans and sunk the once-glorious cities had been seen by one as the only option to save them all.
To his regret.
The faint quirk of his lips is sad and ironic.
"I wonder if that is simply the way of things between all elves and humans, to have difficulty understanding one another."
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Yet there are elements in the answer that feel unsettlingly similar to the patchwork half-truths of history of his own people. Elves, once ancient and long-lived, yet corrupted by the coming of man. A civilization destroyed and almost entirely lost...
...although evidently, that hadn't been the way of it at all. The downfall of the Elvhen had begun long before. The corruption that had shortened the lifespans and sunk the once-glorious cities had been seen by one as the only option to save them all.
To his regret.
The faint quirk of his lips is sad and ironic.
"I wonder if that is simply the way of things between all elves and humans, to have difficulty understanding one another."