01x05 - Sorrow

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In case you're wondering

You're quite dead.

You're not Rostus.

What? The smiling giant who laughs

because if he didn't he could only weep?

No. I'm not him.

How are you, Neave?

What do you remember?

What is this place?

This isn't right.

It's not been right

for a very long time, has it?

I need to get back.

This isn't how it's supposed to be.

- The reforging

- Can wait.

If it helps, think of it like this

You've reached a fork in the road.

Or, perhaps, more literally a fork

in the path of the lightning.

What you need to do now is choose

which of those paths to travel,

the door to the truth

or the door back to where you came from.

Who are you?

- A guide.

- To what?

To the truth. To your memories.

To the excised moments

stolen from your life.

You could be whole again, Neave.

If you chose to be.

But those memories are gone.

It's a part of the price,

the cost of reforging.

No, Neave. They were stolen from you.

Like everything else.

Stolen

and hidden here in this lost dream.

Would you like to see?

After all, who are we

but the sum of our memories?

I'll be right here with you.

I have been here before.

Indeed you have

What?

Everything you see here

has already happened, Neave.

These events cannot be changed.

This is who you are.

Me?

You really thought you were her,

didn't you?

That this woman, this mortal hero,

was your true self

I am a Stormcast, one of Sigmar's chosen.

A worthy soul plucked from death

and reforged to protect order.

You think she is worthy?

She might have been a hero

in the eyes of her people,

but to Sigmar, she was nothing.

He let her die.

He allowed this to happen.

- Enough.

- Enough?

But we've only just begun.

Don't be shy now. Isn't this

what you've always wanted?

But that wasn't my life.

It was a lie.

But you believed it was true

For a while, you thought Thyr

might have been you.

Now you know that she wasn't.

Isn't that truth?

And there is more.

Through these portals

lie other pieces of the puzzle.

You don't trust me?

Trust you?

You're hiding behind the face

of my friend.

I thought it would help.

My mistake.

But unlike your friend

I will never hide my fear

under blunt words,

or cling to morality as a shield.

I will not do those things, Neave.

And I will not lie to you.

I cannot lie to you.

See for yourself.

Could it be

Lisandra.

Even before Thyr, you came so close,

so many times before.

Always wondering if they were you

Remember, Neave.

This has already happened.

You cannot change it.

There was a time

when you thought you were her

too.

And her.

And her.

There are more, all who you

thought were you, all cut down.

Dozens more.

Dozens?

Why are you showing me this?

Because you wanted to know who you are.

Did this Horned Shadow k*ll me, too?

Is that why I keep

seeking out its victims,

trying to claim their lives as my own?

In a manner of speaking

But why are these

the stories that I've lost?

You mean stolen.

Stolen by who?

How did you get here, Neave?

How did you die this time?

I

I

There is darkness within all of us, Neave.

Even those we consider friends.

All you have to do is remember

Neave, don't go any further!

I try to shield them but

Neave, stop.

You need to stop. Please!

If I died here, why can I remember more

Neave, go no further.

You don't need to remember more.

You are who you are.

I was not her.

I was not Thyr.

- I

- I am so sorry, Neave

But you will not remember this.

Lies. Not Hendrick.

No. Why would he?

He does what is required of him, Neave.

You don't see it yet, do you?

The truth that hides in plain sight.

He is not your friend.

He is your jailer.

Charged to hold the leash

that binds you to "almighty Sigmar."

And he is good at his job.

Could it be Lisandra?

No. I wasn't her.

I

I'm sorry.

Every time you get close

She was here. I was here.

Yes. You were.

No!

Every time you get near to the truth

This is where it happened.

I'm sure of it.

But this

This wasn't me.

- I was

- Forgive me.

He is waiting.

Ready to do his Sigmar's bidding.

How many times?

We've lost count.

But it's been a long time.

Stop! Enough.

No more.

Lies, Neave.

Since the day Sigmar claimed you.

Lies and deceit.

And this?

How do I know this isn't a lie?

I've already told you,

I cannot lie to you.

Why? Why not? Who are you?

Me? I'm just a memory, Neave.

Someone you half remember.

No No.

I'm the answer you've been searching for.

The only answer you need.

I am you.

I was never you.

Never.

You have always been me.

Deep down, you know that, don't you?

You can fight it, rage against it,

but you cannot deny it.

Not any more.

Before Sigmar stole your soul

and cleaved it in two,

this was who you were.

Who you've always been.

Not a Blacktalon but a claw of Chaos.

Then what Sigmar offered me

was redemption.

Offered?

Offered suggests that you had a choice.

He saved me.

From what?

Free will?

From myself.

From what I was.

From what I would become.

But with no choice.

Because Sigmar fears

what choice you would make

if you really knew the truth.

That is why Hendrick does what he does.

Because he must preserve the lie.

And Thyr,

and the others I thought were me?

We k*lled them, Neave.

Every one of them.

And now you know the truth,

you have a choice to make.

What choice?

Between truth or oblivion.

Between Sigmar's lies

and who you were meant to be.

So choose.

One door leads to me.

To remembering everything.

To reclaiming yourself.

The other to comfortable ignorance

and the unending search for meaning.

You're right. I do have a choice.

But it's not about this moment,

it's about every moment hereafter.

About every life we save or take.

It's about the people

we choose to call friends,

and the lengths we'll go to protect them.

Neave. Go through that door,

and everything you've learned here

will be forgotten.

I know.

He'll k*ll you again.

You'll be back here all the same.

And I'll make the same choice.

You usually do.