Verse 8:10 — The Lie

It is a dire error to see Savathûn's predictions as truths divined from some inner foresight. She did not prophesize. What we are attempting here was just one possibility in an infinite collection of possibilities, and a choice we made in an infinite collection of choices. She could not have anticipated them all. She could only cast her bones in the space between certainty and augury, and watch them fall.

(It is odd to speak of her in the past tense. Even in death, she is here with us, pulling at our strings, howling with laughter at our failings as she did years ago. But now our failings will be her sister's triumph, and Savathûn's lasting death.)

No, the Witch Queen never dealt in fate. In this, we share her understanding of the universe: every movement is a result of a meticulous application of desire. This path was carefully constructed, and we were predictable enough to place our footsteps into the imprints she made for us.

It is a truth dressed as a lie, so that we may overlook it.

But that is not fate. Fate is the purview of Xivu Arath's childish logic; the dead were destined for death, and the fall of her sword is inevitable.

We are not as easily fooled as she. That logic is a lie dressed as a truth, so that we may waste our time with it.

No. I am not here because of fate. I am here because of will and machination.

But if neither are my own, is that any more desirable?

No matter. I will take control. I possess that power.

I will cast my bones, as the Witch Queen did, between certainty and augury. I will see Xivu Arath's worm devour her. She will be struck down by her own bargain and fall like lightning. I will see Savathûn undone by my own trickery. She will behold me as I am and know that I am her ruin.

This is the path I lay for them, and they will follow it.

Aiat.