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“Ah, hello your Grace, thank you for coming so promptly.”
Seath bowed his head, “My Lord.” Lord Gwyn had summoned him urgently—and seemingly in secret, for he had sent one his Lord’s Blades directly to Seath’s study, bypassing all manners of the court. This could surely be no official meeting, but neither did he seem to want conversation, for Gwyn himself always came to Seath for solace. And the Great Lord was…pacing.
Gwyn did not address Seath further, and began to mutter quietly to himself.
“May I ask why you summoned me, my Lord?”
Gwyn’s footsteps stopped.
“I am in need of your expertise, my friend. You see, I…I wish to create another child.”
Seath frowned in confusion then responded, “My Lord, that would be a joyous occasion indeed, but I do not see how I can be of help to you. Surely you could fashion another offspring just as you made your son?”
Gwyn sighed. “Indeed, my friend, this was my thought as well. But there are still many mysteries to this soul of mine. And when I searched inside of it I could find no more fragments that could leave me on their own—not without a host, at least. I’m afraid my son will be my sole heir to the Sunlight, my friend. And yet though I know my power cannot be replicated again, I have been plagued by the image of a child. A real child, unlike the being who sprang from my soul full-grown.”
Seath began as gently as he could, “My Lord Gwyn, is that possible? Could the bearer of such a great soul have a child?”
“I do not know.” Gwyn’s voice hardened for a moment. “But…I do know your Grace has been conducting…experiments.”
Seath said nothing.
“Ah, worry not, my friend, of course I know of your experiments! Though, I only know what I have sensed—and what I can guess from knowing you, your Grace. I hope that you will one day confide in me as I do you,” Gwyn paused.
“I wish to know of your findings. I know your purpose is just; what are a few humans for insight into the soul itself? Into creation? What fortune it was that we met as we did, Seath. I weep to think of such passion as yours stifled in darkness…”
Gwyn laid a hand on Seath’s left tail, then continued, “Forgive my musings, your Grace. I only meant to say that I know we are of like mind and purpose. And that I believe your investigation would help my cause. Let us collaborate! Surely our combined intellect can make a Goddess fit for Anor Londo?”
Seath began to smile and unfurled his tail on the carpet, “Then let us waste no more time, my Lord.”