[The path that Raven is led down is mostly dark, with the flickering light of what appears to be something like orbs leading him down further; bright pink in color, the walls of the cave seem even more littered with various drawings and the like. Battle plans, tactical ones. Ones that are long worn from disuse, but they're there and they get more nonsensical over time. It's strange. Like someone clinging to the only thing that they know.
But the orbs stop in front of a way deeper into the cave, and you can hear some kind of voice speaking to you.]
What does one do, when their purpose is fulfilled? When they were made for a singular purpose, but it is no longer needed?
What sort of path forward is there, for someone who's never known how to live a normal life at all?
Am I merely delaying the inevitable, by agreeing to this...? There will surely come a time where my strength isn't needed, before I fall apart entirely...but what do I do, then?
GLADLY
But the orbs stop in front of a way deeper into the cave, and you can hear some kind of voice speaking to you.]
What does one do, when their purpose is fulfilled? When they were made for a singular purpose, but it is no longer needed?
What sort of path forward is there, for someone who's never known how to live a normal life at all?
Am I merely delaying the inevitable, by agreeing to this...? There will surely come a time where my strength isn't needed, before I fall apart entirely...but what do I do, then?