Transcendent Cecaelia

Eisen turned his head and looked at himself before averting his gaze. 

"Fine. Then have it your way. Do you remember the children? My... our children?" The old man asked, and his former version of himself slowly looked forward as he continued to walk, "I do. Not as much as I would like to right now, since I myself am still just a fragmented version of what we once were, but I do remember them a bit. I don't think we have enough time here for me to tell you about all of them in detail, but I can calm you for now, at least." He said, and then turned back toward the current Eisen with a calm smile on his face.