Ailith on Death

Warrior: Ailith? You’re here? I… I saw you die.

Witch: How is it that you’re alive? You don’t look mindless enough to be undead.

Sorceress: Ailith! You’re alive! How can this be?

Ranger: What’s going on? I saw you die.

Huntress: Ailith? Is that really you?

Mercenary: Wait… if you’re alive, then who did I see die back there?

Monk: Ailith… you’re… alive?

Druid: Lass! You’re alive! How can it be?

Duelist: [DNT] Shadow: [DNT] Templar: [DNT] Marauder: [DNT] Ailith: Ah… I apologise. I should have warned you. I am one of many in my line. Only one shall serve at any given time, but we all share the knowledge that the Dreamer gives to us.

Warrior: One of many? How is that possible?

Witch: You devote yourself to someone who sends you to your death, over and over?

Sorceress: Then you are some kind of… duplication?

Ranger: We? So there’s multiple of you?

Huntress: Then the Dreamer… remakes you?

Mercenary: So you’re, what, some kind of twin?

Monk: I do not understand. How is this possible? So you’re… no longer yourself?

Druid: You’ve been… remade somehow? Do you even remember me?

Duelist: [DNT] Shadow: [DNT] Templar: [DNT] Marauder: [DNT] Ailith: You {did} see me die… but only the previous iteration of me. By the Dreamer’s will I am restored, as whole and as healthy as I was before.

Ailith: It is not death. Not really. Focus instead on the life lived in between, and all that is accomplished therein. Every time that I return, I am as whole as I was before.

Ailith: In a sense. But please understand: as far as my memories are concerned, I have lived one continuous life, unbroken by the embrace of death. I am no imposter, no pale imitation. I am merely… Ailith.

Ailith: As I say, we do not coexist. Rather, when one falls, another rises to take their… {my}… place.

Ailith: In essence, yes. But do not think of me as any different. I am in every way the same person I was before. Same memories. Same conviction. Same Ailith.

Ailith: I am myself. As was the Ailith before me. There is no distinction.

Ailith: I am myself. I am in every way the same Ailith that you know. The Dreamer makes sure of it.

Ailith: Yes, of course. The Dreamer provides us with all we should remember, without the pain we must forget.

Ailith: [DNT] Ailith: [DNT] Ailith: [DNT] Ailith: [DNT] Warrior: And you remember everything we’ve been through? As though you yourself were there?

Witch: That’s rather insane, you know.

Sorceress: And you {choose} this life?

Ranger: Awfully trusting of you. How do you know you’re being remade as you were?

Huntress: But you {are} different. How can you not be?

Mercenary: Doesn’t really answer my question, though, does it? I don’t get it.

Monk: Who… else is this way?

Druid: Immortal… in a way. Yet another malefaction of the natural world. Why am I surprised? But… I am glad to see you living.

Duelist: [DNT] Shadow: [DNT] Templar: [DNT] Marauder: [DNT] Ailith: For all intents and purposes, I {was} there. The Dreamer ensures I retain my memories, save for the pain of death itself.