Emily stood stunned.
She knew he was not the savior, but merely a seeming of one.
He was there to sacrifice himself, yet for all she knew he was there to destroy all that she cherished and loved.
His words were filled with a meaning only she could understand truthfully.
"This has to stop. All I have seen so far is the denigration of the human soul. The Lunar Spirit has been infused into us in order to stop this lunacy of self destruction and the despicable horror of inconsistent killing of those, who would not be subject to our rule."
The magnificent hall rumbled with his deep voluminous voice.
"We haven't gathered here to subjugate humanity into the seeming of an empty promise for our future generations. The crisis we are facing is beyond comparison, as not one as such has been faced before."
All gathered faces fell into a solemn contemplation, understanding the seriousness in the voice of the Lord of Reformation.
"We are one with the people, despite our ability to shape the future beyond the ability of the ordinary man."
Everyone gathered agreed with a solemn nod.
"There is only one path towards releasing that which is human and does not belong to the Creator, or the Destroyer."
A rumble of dissenting voices could be heard, but quickly got drowned out by the agreement of the assembled Wielders of Power.
"To that end I must travel beyond that, which is not discernible and I shall never come back to appease your curiosity."
Emily locked into his face and understood his determination at the prospect of facing a certain death, from beyond which he could never return.
She developed a rather curious relationship with the reclusive Reformator, working along his side for the last few months, observing his benevolent nature combined with his utterly destructive tendencies.
She spoke out then to the surprise of everyone gathered, as it was not the custom of the First Among the Disinhibitors to speak out during the gathering of the Reformators...