It doesn't sound juvenile. I couldn't judge your wish.
[She doesn't really hesitate to answer - she hasn't told many people what hers is, but Vira isn't one of the people she minds knowing.]
This may sound odd, but I don't know what my wish is. [. . .] The Lyctoral process was difficult for me. It took me many months to convalesce, after that battle with Cytherea. It was at some point during that process that I agreed to this. When I regained coherence, I could recall agreeing, but not why.
At some point in my convalescence, I suppose I also . . . [she sounds kind of confused here]. . . anticipated that there would later be gaps in my recollection. I wrote a series of letters to myself with instructions to follow. I know it was me who wrote them - they were written in my personal cipher, in my own blood. They accurately predicted that my Lyctorhood would be a failure, that I would be unable to complete the consumption of my cavalier's soul, and instead set forth guidelines to follow to keep me alive and to keep me from interfering in some vague "work" I had intended to accomplish.
So it is something of a mystery to me, as well, aside that my wish likely relates to that "work." I suppose it must seem ridiculous, to follow vague instructions in a letter simply because they were written in my own hand.
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[She doesn't really hesitate to answer - she hasn't told many people what hers is, but Vira isn't one of the people she minds knowing.]
This may sound odd, but I don't know what my wish is. [. . .] The Lyctoral process was difficult for me. It took me many months to convalesce, after that battle with Cytherea. It was at some point during that process that I agreed to this. When I regained coherence, I could recall agreeing, but not why.
At some point in my convalescence, I suppose I also . . . [she sounds kind of confused here]. . . anticipated that there would later be gaps in my recollection. I wrote a series of letters to myself with instructions to follow. I know it was me who wrote them - they were written in my personal cipher, in my own blood. They accurately predicted that my Lyctorhood would be a failure, that I would be unable to complete the consumption of my cavalier's soul, and instead set forth guidelines to follow to keep me alive and to keep me from interfering in some vague "work" I had intended to accomplish.
So it is something of a mystery to me, as well, aside that my wish likely relates to that "work." I suppose it must seem ridiculous, to follow vague instructions in a letter simply because they were written in my own hand.