Fanelei didn't know how to take what she was seeing, her heart beating out of her chest.
Again and again, she felt like she had overestimated Sylas; she felt like, of all the people he had interacted with, she had to know him the best.
Although she didn't have clear access to the memories of the version of her in the Madness Key, she could still gain snippets here and there, as well as direct some things.
From that alone, she had extrapolated a great number of things and seen quite a bit of Sylas' progress.
And yet, in the end, she was somehow still so very short of where she should have been.
If the version of Sylas in her mind was the moon in the skies, the version she was seeing now was the entire starry skies itself. It was almost laughable just how much she had underestimated him.
She had thought that by comparing Sylas to that eighth mysterious founder of their Weaver Guild, she was already giving him undue praise.
