"Even had She not come, you know it would end in nothing but death. Primals need aether for their sustained existence, and Zodiark is no different- how long could your people go on, sacrificing to him, until there was nothing left? Tempering spreading and spreading, with no one left to oppose giving it what it wants..." Felih swallows hard again and looks back at his mate.

"Death would be on your hands either way, so long as any primal lived."