His questions remained unanswered for a very long time. Gaia understood, but she had a duty. The questions lingered between them, like words cutting into Arthur's heart. He felt betrayed, weak, and guilt-ridden.
"You have been chosen—" began Gaia.
"Who chose me?" interrupted Arthur with a laugh. "Have I chosen myself, Gaia? Have I chosen to suffer this fate?"
"Someone must rise against Devaheim," she answered without meeting his eyes. "It's a testament to my own inability to protect this world, and I chose you to carry that burden. Because you can."
"Of course, I can," Arthur said, though his expression crumbled. It quickly returned to its stoic, apathetic state. "And I've never shied away from this responsibility. But when faced with the choice between someone I love and the world, I will always choose her."
