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Druth: I want to tell you a story about a god of the Northmen called Baldr. The second son of Odin, he was beautiful, good and wise. He was fair of feature, he spoke fair words, he gave fair judgements. Light shone from him; only good things were told of him. Yet he was the first of the Gods to die…
Furies: You’ve come this far, but the bridge is broken. There’s no way you can fix it. What do you do now, Senua? The face. A mask? What is it? What does it see? Be careful. It’s not safe. Trust us. Where are we? It’s the same, but different. It’s lighter. It’s nicer! The bridge is not broken. In this world, It is fixed! Let’s cross it. Dillion is in there. You need to find the runes to find Dillion. It’s closed. Open the gate! She can’t. It’s locked. Try harder. The gate is open. Go through the gate. Go through it. It’s dangerous. Follow it. What’s behind the gate? Dillion. There he is. What are you waiting for? Quick, find the way! Don’t let him disappear! Where is he? We’re in the wrong world. He’s in the other world. He’s in the dark world.
Narrator: The world once seemed so simple: black and white, darkness and light. Narrow dividing lines of our own making. Dillion taught her to see further, to peek through the cracks and see the worlds of colour stretching away from the gloom. And Senua explored new paths into the unknown.
Furies: You can’t go up there. Not in this world. Do you remember meeting him beneath the tree? Senua, you’ve got it! Why isn’t he here? He’s in the dark world. Without you. He’s up there. How do you get up there? Find the way.
Senua: Where are you taking me?
Narrator: Years had passed since she left her father. She trained hard, alongside her friend, Dillion. She saw things no one else could, patterns, shapes, movement. An intuition that made her an exceptional warrior. Friendship turned to love. But the shadow of darkness never let her go and she was caught between two worlds. That of Zynbel and her past, and Dillion, her future. Two realities tearing at her soul.
Furies: She is pure darkness. Waste of your time. These runes mean nothing. What if these trials mean nothing? The gods are laughing at you. What if this is pointless? You see runes everywhere! What if the gods were lying? They don’t mean anything!
Senua: Dillion!
Furies: Be careful. Very careful. You’ve come this far. Don’t let him slip away. You can do it!
Narrator: Dillion never much cared for the underworld and looked dimly upon druids like her father, Zynbel. I guess he took after his own father, a chieftain who believed nothing he couldn’t see, and he happened to be blind.
Furies: You’re going to fall. It’s not safe.
Narrator: She felt safe in Dillion’s arms, learnt to see through his eyes and the darkness that had bound her so tightly… began to unravel.
Senua: No!!!
Furies: Where is he? It’s your fault. He’s gone. Drown.
Dillion: Senua, your father cannot understand your darkness. He cannot see through your eyes. No one can. My own father was born blind and doesn’t have the faintest idea of what the night looks like. The word means as little to him as the word “light”. So if someone is afraid of the dark, should we fix them by taking away their sight? Would you give up the beautiful world that you and only you can see just to be rid of your nightmares? Maybe this is the price paid for the gift that the Gods have granted you. A gift that makes you so special in my eyes. Just another part of the person I love.
Senua: I left for the wilds to protect you from my darkness. Because I love you. But it made it worse. I’m so sorry.
Furies: What if this is pointless?