What would you feel when, right in front of your eyes, people die… when someone you know dies… and you are powerless to do anything?
You will curse yourself for being powerless, you will feel the boiling anger, the helpless frustration, and the kind of hatred that sits in your chest like a weight you can't breathe past.
But what if that same person again sees people die in front of his eyes… and this time he has the power to save them, the strength in his hands, the means to change the outcome… yet still cannot use that power?
It was that same suffocating powerlessness the Whisperer was experiencing. Being bound by the unyielding threads of fate, he could not intervene in worldly affairs. So he simply watched. He saw Ash and Ray fighting the Hollow Puppets, saw their blades cut through the dark, saw them finally strike down the Hollow Mother. They won in the end, they came so close, they almost saved everyone.
Almost.
Until they all died.
