when we are older you'll understand

[lightlessfuture]

[ Here is a story:

Once upon a time, there were two vessels taken from the Abyss, instead of one. One raised, one trained, one taught to believe wholly in the purpose they were given;

and one, trained somewhat, raised somewhat, but not as closely watched; not as closely guarded or needed. They learned, perhaps too much, about the world in which they lived, about the bugs in it.

There is no night or day underground, but the lights are dim in the White Palace. The kingdom rests, as best it can in such circumstances.

It's almost time.

The nameless, fully-grown vessel - not the Hollow Knight, there is only one Hollow Knight, and it is not them - writes quietly at the desk. Their sibling is asleep, or they think so.

It will be a long day for one of them, tomorrow. But not, they think, the correct one.

They are busy, head bent low, and it would not be hard for their sibling to move without their notice. ]

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[chainedvessel]

[ They're surprised, when the Hollow Knight doesn't let go of their hand, looks back at them to see if they'll follow. (Their sibling has always been more obedient to their father's wishes, more sensitive to what he wants.)

So they tilt their head, in silent curiosity, and nod; of course they'll go along with them. Half wanting to know where exactly it is they'll go, what their sibling is thinking of doing.

(They would do anything for their sibling, after all.) ]