[ A sigh, in tandem. The voices are young—childish, even—but are worn with a quality only the longest-lived beings have.
"'Tis soon."
"'Tis soon, indeed."
"What will become of us, Snow?"
"You have seen all I have, White. We've no choice but to trust our newcomers."
"Perhaps it is wrong?"
"We are never wrong."
Another sigh, in tandem. This time, it is defeated.
"How strange..."
"Hm?"
"We are never wrong. Yet if this is to pass, then how is it that our other prophecies will remain unfulfilled?"
"A mystery, indeed... Those who are meant to die in the next calamity cannot die now; those who are meant to be rendered stone at the hands of another cannot be rendered so like this."
"Then we will be fine."
"Will we? Should our newcomers not do their jobs properly, then we will all perish, and we have created quite the stellar paradox."
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"'Tis soon."
"'Tis soon, indeed."
"What will become of us, Snow?"
"You have seen all I have, White. We've no choice but to trust our newcomers."
"Perhaps it is wrong?"
"We are never wrong."
Another sigh, in tandem. This time, it is defeated.
"How strange..."
"Hm?"
"We are never wrong. Yet if this is to pass, then how is it that our other prophecies will remain unfulfilled?"
"A mystery, indeed... Those who are meant to die in the next calamity cannot die now; those who are meant to be rendered stone at the hands of another cannot be rendered so like this."
"Then we will be fine."
"Will we? Should our newcomers not do their jobs properly, then we will all perish, and we have created quite the stellar paradox."
"Oh-ho. What a sight that would be to behold."
"But it would not be a sight for us."
...
"No matter what happens, White, I am with you."
"We are one and the same."
"We are together."
"Always." ]