The longing for answers in Sinola's eyes was evident, and the Great Love Poet didn't avoid her gaze, nor did he dismiss her.
"Perhaps you're right, but it could also just be the start of another catastrophe—"
"Even if the Demon Race regains their status by conquering the Protoss Empire, their desires will soon go unfulfilled, and they'll claim their own territories and begin to accumulate power."
"They'll then move on to seize the territories of other nations—a process you should understand better than I do."
The Great Love Poet smoothly narrated this tale.
Sinola was silent for a moment.
She did understand this other possibility he spoke of, having vividly witnessed it herself.
"Because this is history that has already happened, and is bound to happen again."
The Great Love Poet added.
"But who says that such a thing must happen? We've already missed one opportunity. After learning our lesson, wouldn't it be fitting for you to rule over us?"