Eleven shushed her with a shake of his head. His will was already fraying the longer he thought about it. Spiraled down a meandering path of what-ifs that sounded livable until inevitably, the thought of leaving Erdrea to darkness, where the reincarnation cycle was broken and the threat of devastation on par with this world seized him again.

"I can't," he repeated helplessly. "I can't."

And finally, envisioning cities ruled by the undead in Erdrea, crumbling ruins where there were once thriving kingdoms, he loosed his hold on her and forced his arms to drop.

"Goddess, I'm sorry, but I can't leave Erdrea to darkness- without hope. I wish.."

He wished a lot of things.