Eva, the Primordial of Revelation, felt her heart breaking.

It was very easy to see the power and majesty of this being before her and then forget the sacrifices he had made to reach here. She was once Eve, and she broke away from that previous shell to become Eva, and she knew how difficult that choice was for her. Eos here had lost who he was many times over, and looking around her, she could see that he was willing to lose himself many more times as well.

He was a force of nature that never stops, relentlessly pushing himself forward and not stopping for anyone or anything, and so she had forgotten that this hurricane of change came with a heart… and this heart was breaking.

Eos had endured so much loss and pain, but while his body and soul were infinitely strong… his heart bore all of this pain, and there did not seem to be any end to it.

There was this cloud of gloom that hung over him that he would only show inside this place where he was alone. Eos had learned to mourn his losses alone because the ones he held close to him were gone.

She remembered when Eos still held the name Rowan, and he had sat down in a field beside his family and friends, and she was privileged to be among them. They had laughed and told stories that could go on for hundreds of years at a time… those periods had been magic, and Eos's lovely eyes held so much light that it made everything seem so small.

She had never wanted those moments to end, but as much as she wanted to hold on to those memories, they slipped from between her fingers like the sands of time. Oh, what would she give to return to those times when she had not seen the face of evil and believed the world held brightness within all the everlasting darkness.

Eva hated herself for what she was about to do next, but she knew that Eos had taken so much pain to raise up a batch of New Primordials, not just because he might need their powers, but because in times like these, only Primordials would be able to get through to him.

A part of him may have anticipated the danger and the changes that this war would bring to him, and they were here to make the hard choices and push him in the direction that he needed.

"Come with me, Eos," she held out her hand, and he looked at her in surprise, his eyes widening, and Eva had to deliberately stop her heart from beating fast. Her desires could wait until all of this was over; what was important to her was solving these matters of the heart with Eos. He was the key to their entire survival, and their savior's heart was wavering.

Eos held out his arm and paused before his arm could be fully extended, "Where are we going, Eva? A war is on hand, and we need to be prepared for it."

"Trust me, Eos, where we are going would be the best preparation for this war," she replied, "I know we don't have much time, so give me… three hundred thousand years. We can spare that much time to do this. I am going to take you through Existence Rowan, the ones I have found that your Archai have not seen. I am going to show you the bones of fallen immortals, the dust of extinguished hope. My hope is for you to see this battle from my eyes and accept that to save everything, you must sometimes sacrifice one thing. Let the journey teach you the grim arithmetic of divinity as I see it."

Eos paused. Perhaps Eva may not know, but he had seen more of Existence than she would ever know. His Archai had gone through the bones of Existence and saw the devastation that was wrought by the Primordials over sixty-five million Cosmic Eras, but he had seen it.

Limbo was a museum of atrocities stretching for infinity. He had seen the Carcass of the Choir, a string of Realities where every sentient species sang its own evolution into being. Now the singers are frozen mid-note, mouths stretched open to impossible widths, throats filled with crystallized sound that can never finish.

He had seen the Realms of Shattered Hourglass, the Heart Nebulae, the Plain of Unmade Children, where he heard the cries of these children in his heart, "Do not forget us," they said to him.

Eos had seen the Library of Ended Stories, the Mountain of Mother Rises; he had seen a cluster of Realities folded into origami cranes and then unfolded wrong, their dimensions inverted so that, inside, they are forever bleeding out.

These Realities were dead, but somehow, they were made to feel pain for all eternity.

All of these were minor calamities on the scale of Limbo, even if the sight of one of these places would have driven Eva to madness.

Yet, he had seen worse things. Eos had seen one of the Concepts of Creation, Mercy, and it had been broken and crucified on a cross made of its own negation.

Gathered around this crucified origin were the entire pantheon of gods and immortals who had been impaled at the bottom of mercy, their screaming faces to watch its flickering light for all eternity.

It was here that he had first seen the true face of End, and yet he had not understood it. He had not seen the true face of this Evil until he had reached the Temple of End and saw the face of his enemy.

Mercy was not the only concept that had been crucified; there had been others… Charity, Patience, Kindness, Humility…

What could Eva show him that surpassed evil on this scale and change his mind on the path that he had decided upon? Too much pain and sacrifices had been made already, and Eos did not want to build his foundation on more pain.

Still, he found himself reaching out for her hand… perhaps she might show him something he had not seen before. Limbo, after all, was infinite.

"I cannot give you three hundred thousand years, Eva. I can give you only a single year; show me everything you want to in this short time."

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