He shakes his head. *I cannot be sorry for what I have no wrought. But my presence brings you more fully into these affairs. Without the influence of other Eternals, some of our number have lived a century or two among mortals undisturbed. I would wish it so for you.*
He sighs and pauses for a bit, looking down at the planet.
*And I am sorry for what comes. I've been sleeping.*
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