Ophelia
Ophelia eagerly perused the descriptions of the items, and listened well to the soft whispers of the Holy Moonlight Sword. To have the last remnant of a Great One was no small thing--the very last vestige of a god, and the endless motherly love that it represented. Ophelia looked at the teeming and wriggling thing, and wondered if she could herself feel love for such a being--and she found in her heart a well of tenderness but not one of love. Not truly. In the moment she, too, sought solace from the recent memory of her experience--but before she could get too far in that line of inquiry they'd all gathered by the birdbath and absorbed the memory. Ophelia hadn't even considered that they could share it, and shot Gerlinde a wide smile as she suggested it, eagerly nodding along.
Once they'd finished experiencing it, Ophelia found herself blinking, and looking deep into the azure-teal glow of the Holy Moonlight Sword. So that's where you come from... Where he found you, and was raised to glory. What was it about him that made you reveal yourself to him? To me? she thought, half-asking and half-not, and stood incredulous for a moment as her senses returned to reality. Skinner... Izzy. Ophelia suddenly felt very lucky indeed that she'd stayed in that elevator, hadn't revealed the Holy Moonlight Sword to him... though a part of her wished that she'd strode up to him and showed him its true glory, of which he'd only gotten the barest taste the last time. Such a strong desire to live, and such loyalty to his friend. But... even a glimpse of glory had caused Ludwig to betray Izzy, so thoroughly that it scared her. She... as much as she wanted to profess her loyalty to her newfound companions, she knew that if any of them showed a sign of the Scourge she'd have cut them down too, impaled them upon the holy blade and brought the full weight of the cosmos down upon them. She found herself empathising with Ludwig much more than she'd expected--though she found his betrayal profoundly distasteful, she understood. Viscerally. She thought about his age of light, and wondered how different it was from the world beneath Mother Moon's gaze that she envisioned and longed for... But then she snapped herself from her reverie, trying to shake those troublesome thoughts from her mind, and turned to Farren.
"Farren, love, could you show me the Hunger rune that you got from Skinner? You must take the projection case and align it, like so," Ophelia began, miming what to do and nodding over to Gerlinde, "and bring its knowledge to the forefront of your mind's eye. Visualise every detail, every stroke, every mote of knowledge. Your mind will swell, and the rune will be made known. I could do the same for you, if you like--the whispers of the gods impart knowledge beyond mere words, and surely this will serve you well against the foes we face?"