“My dear,” I crept closer to her and took her hand, “Epuuc is one of the Primordial. He is one of the few that were spawned from Xaoc and because of that, he is within each and every one of us. Epuuc is the one who pulls the heartstrings in the dead of night.”
“His tunes are played and we, the songs are meant to be full of sound and joy. It is only through Epuuc that we could dare to understand the life we live. Without His force, there would be no love. There would only be the darkness and hatred that boils within mankind as a whole.”
“Epuuc moves that hatred into the confines of warpspace to live with his father, Xaoc. This is how the storms keep going. This is why travelling through the warp is so dangerous. There is much hatred and rage there. All of the negative emotions that Epuuc finds end up there in the swirling mass.”
“As one of the Primordial though, his Touch still brings about some of the confusion and pain of his father in the warp. At first the Touch of Epuuc is akin to insanity. It fills one’s mind with thoughts that ought not to be there when trying to maintain focus.”
“It brings about a melding of fantasy and reality. It fills your heart and soul with a fullness that cannot be truly recognized while in the moment. It is a flock of birds singing a silent song that only you can hear. It is a bristling upon your skin that only you can feel. It is all of this and more.”
I could see her brows knit together in concern. Her eyes drifted to the fire at the other end of the cavern and then back to me.
“With all of this, there is still pain?” she asked, her mouth suddenly becoming serious and her shoulders becoming fixed. I could tell that the casual nature of the conversation had shifted.
“As with anything we experience,” I paused, licking my lips, “there are different facets. The orbits around suns create day and night. The things we eat can be sour and sweet, or even savory and bitter. It is the same with the Touch.”
“It can bring about such heights that no starship could ever reach. It can also bring about the most depraved lows that would put any time spent traversing the warp to shame. It has brought about times of war and times of peace. It has brought men to murder as well as brought forth new life.”
“The Touch of Epuuc is tainted through perspective. It is the manifestation of our own chaos that we inherited from the Primordials when they created mankind.”
She let my hand go and made to stand up. Her face was frozen. She was back to being the warrior that I found in what seemed like a lifetime ago. The hard points were all in place.
“I do not like this ‘Touch’ as you call it. It does not serve me well.”
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