Lunari, not of the realms but there were many worlds beyond those nine. It is a curious glow that sparks upon her cheeks. A rhythm; a heartbeat? A sign of mood as well, perhaps? He noted the intensity grow. Malekith did not mind her further introduction. Such knowledge would be foolish to not welcome and, like her, he too was proud of who he was, of what they were. Most importantly, of what they have survived.

"I should like to be knowledgeable of your kind," was enough of an invite for her to speak. "We come from a time before this known universe when things were small and dark; we were peaceful, then. Scholars, mostly. Creating magicks and technologies now so commonly known." And some uncommon but that's not necessary to tell. "But we were more than our minds; we were graceful things so long ago."

Long enough, now, he barely remembers. What it was like to breathe freely. To look upon his people and feel nothing but pride; to feel the skin of his wife; to hold his children; to smile without the edge of a dagger laying upon it. When Algrim was a confidant of the court not a second in command. When all these people were alive. But this light, this wretched light, it showed them no mercy. He responded in kind and holds no apology for it.