The Memory Sovereign flickered, her image nearly transparent. "We didn't know it would be him specifically. We only knew that the Prime Principle would manifest through your bloodline eventually. It could have been years from now, or centuries."
"We assumed you would father a dozen Primes across a thousand years," Flama said. "That was the original plan. A slow, steady supply of anchors to keep the universe going forever."
Aria looked at Vahn with a strange, haunting pity. "We didn't know which form the child would take. We didn't know he would be so perfect, Vahn. We didn't know he would be so... much like you."
Celestine's hands were shaking so hard she had to grip the back of a chair to stay upright. "But you knew it would be one of us. You knew the mother would be a Sovereign, and the father would be the man you tricked into the Void."
"Yes," Seraphina admitted, her voice a broken whisper.
