Spoilers for C3 E60.
Unfortunate.
"That's unfortunate."
And it is.
Because this isn't needed.
This isn't important.
Not really.
Not now.
He feels for these people he does. He means it when he says he wants the boot to be lifted from their neck. So they can live as they wish.
Close to that elements. Like his own people.
But this woman, this Elder. She throws loss in his face.
Claims that a mad man has a point.
What point?! He wishes to scream.
The gods didn't murder his husband.
Nor his father.
They didn't butcher his mentor.
Kill those he cares about again and again.
"You don't know loss!" he wants to scream, "You don't!"
But instead, he is patient. He hopes.
For the Gods are Watching.
But he knows not all are kind.
"Opal's getting worse."
Dorian's words echo in his mind.
There is the hand of a god. Cruel and uncaring. Direct in their manipulations.
All he sees here is what he's seen everywhere.
People using power to get what they want.
"Power is not inherently evil or good. It just is."
But what one does with power… that is a whole other object.
Thull, Da'leth, Delilah, mortals all but each had done horrendous things in the name of their own convictions.
"From my experience….someone will rise to fill the void."
Laudna's hesitation, the fear, and anger in her eyes as the Elder dismisses the worry in the name of a fresh start.
Yet, he has seen the powers that would rise to fill the gaps.
Thull grinning as she carved through his friends.
Keyleth, unmoving as her flesh is carved free by the same crazed warrior.
Eshteross slain.
So many wrenched from their lives and cast across the globe.
And now he can't even know if half his friends are even still alive.
"For independence."
The Elder claims. To rise against the Gods is to regain their independence.
More images fill his mind.
Chetney's fear and confusion as the Red Moon glows and his body betrays him.
The fear in his own heart as Imogen and Fearne's bodies begin to glow and shimmer with the same angry light.
The vacant and hungry look in Imogen's eyes as she reaches for her mother and the dark entity beyond.
"Maybe it's not so bad?!"
She's wrong.
The approaching new world will have no freedom. Not with the current mastermind at the helm.
He does not worship.
But that man will forever be his enemy.
He glances up at the church once more as it all falls apart.
He didn't want blood.
The Gods are Watching.
The World is Ending.
None of This Matters.
Yet he Draws his Sword anyway.
One more stand, one more fight.
No rest.
No peace.
Unfortunate.