[Meltokio? Zelos makes a face. Sometimes it seems like all he ever learns about is the history of Meltokio. He wants to hear something he's never heard before, like -- ]
Were you born here?
[The pity of a trapped nine-year-old over the idea of living in the same spot for 500 years is a very deep, intensive sort of pity.]
Wait -- what about Chosens? Have you seen one regenerate the world?
[Because 800 is more than 500, technically. And while the last thing Zelos wants to do is contemplate being the Chosen One, he at least has the sense to be happy he isn't a sacrifice. Tales of when the world was dying are only stories, told to scare him into obedience. He's pretty sure half the stories are bogus, and he's pretty sure the half-elf librarian is about to tell him just that.]
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Were you born here?
[The pity of a trapped nine-year-old over the idea of living in the same spot for 500 years is a very deep, intensive sort of pity.]
Wait -- what about Chosens? Have you seen one regenerate the world?
[Because 800 is more than 500, technically. And while the last thing Zelos wants to do is contemplate being the Chosen One, he at least has the sense to be happy he isn't a sacrifice. Tales of when the world was dying are only stories, told to scare him into obedience. He's pretty sure half the stories are bogus, and he's pretty sure the half-elf librarian is about to tell him just that.]