[How... secretive. Braska can't say he's surprised. But, he said earlier that he wasn't going to push, so he's not going to. He'll leave it where it is.
He thinks about this for a moment.]
There will be... sometimes, a person who clings to life harder than others, be it because of some kind of trauma they endured, or because of a promise they made... [Does he seem more sad, here?] A goal that drives them... Something that makes them more determined to stay in Spira. These people, through nothing but sheer determination, do not become fiends. They keep their human shapes, crafting them out of pyreflies. These people -- They are called Unsent. They walk freely in the world, unbeknownst to those who are still alive around them.
And I have heard tales... of Unsent who started to -- change. They warped themselves, or were warped by their own emotions, and began to become fiends, themselves. I haven't witnessed it myself [because the most notable example happened in his daughter's lifetime], but I can't imagine slowly losing yourself is an easy or a happy thing to endure.
[... and then, there are the fayth, and there is what happened to Jecht. But they don't exactly qualify as "Unsents," do they? They're their own thing. And Jecht -- That's not something Braska's willing to talk about, even if he was entirely comfortable with this conversation, which he still isn't.]
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He thinks about this for a moment.]
There will be... sometimes, a person who clings to life harder than others, be it because of some kind of trauma they endured, or because of a promise they made... [Does he seem more sad, here?] A goal that drives them... Something that makes them more determined to stay in Spira. These people, through nothing but sheer determination, do not become fiends. They keep their human shapes, crafting them out of pyreflies. These people -- They are called Unsent. They walk freely in the world, unbeknownst to those who are still alive around them.
And I have heard tales... of Unsent who started to -- change. They warped themselves, or were warped by their own emotions, and began to become fiends, themselves. I haven't witnessed it myself [because the most notable example happened in his daughter's lifetime], but I can't imagine slowly losing yourself is an easy or a happy thing to endure.
[... and then, there are the fayth, and there is what happened to Jecht. But they don't exactly qualify as "Unsents," do they? They're their own thing. And Jecht -- That's not something Braska's willing to talk about, even if he was entirely comfortable with this conversation, which he still isn't.]