[She hesitates and then abruptly cuts off the rest of the Strangers. It's just them now, distaff to spear on a thread of Purple Dusk.]
We don't get another chance. I've woven these webs, and I've seen what comes in them. If I tear down the Ebon Council and the Guilds, there will be nothing and no one left. If I don't cause their deaths, the wars and plagues that follow will. If I tear down only one faction, the other rises up and destroys me.
This is the only path I've seen that gives us a chance, but even this could fail. And if I—if we fail— [But that catch is telling. It speaks to her fears.] —Terreille doesn't get a third chance.
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We don't get another chance. I've woven these webs, and I've seen what comes in them. If I tear down the Ebon Council and the Guilds, there will be nothing and no one left. If I don't cause their deaths, the wars and plagues that follow will. If I tear down only one faction, the other rises up and destroys me.
This is the only path I've seen that gives us a chance, but even this could fail. And if I—if we fail— [But that catch is telling. It speaks to her fears.] —Terreille doesn't get a third chance.