And indeed, he seems to think the same. The teeth are a story for another time.
"Well, there's quite a lot of fuss about that one heart in particular. Sort of odd to think about what a god's heart is when the lot of us are really just metaphors at our core."
His expression is suddenly wistful.
"The stories go that when Auri-El tore Lorkhan's heart out, the heart laughed at him and mocked him when he couldn't destroy it, so he shot it across the heavens with his bow, and where it landed, the earth opened up and formed Red Mountain. And they say that Lorkhan's bride, Kynareth, the mother of the heavens, began to weep, and that was the first rainfall."
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"Well, there's quite a lot of fuss about that one heart in particular. Sort of odd to think about what a god's heart is when the lot of us are really just metaphors at our core."
His expression is suddenly wistful.
"The stories go that when Auri-El tore Lorkhan's heart out, the heart laughed at him and mocked him when he couldn't destroy it, so he shot it across the heavens with his bow, and where it landed, the earth opened up and formed Red Mountain. And they say that Lorkhan's bride, Kynareth, the mother of the heavens, began to weep, and that was the first rainfall."
He pauses.
"I do love the rain..."