“No,” Lion-O agreed. “But it has a heart. And I have a sword that’s been inside that heart before. Every ThunderCat who ever lived put a piece of themselves into the Eye of Thundera. Not power. Not energy. Memory . The taste of rain on the homeworld. The sound of a mother’s voice. The weight of a sleeping kit in your arms.”
A painful silence. Lynx-O, their blind seer, had given his remaining eye—the prosthetic one—to power their life-support. He sat now in the deepest corner, seeing nothing, saying less. thundercats
“I’m not asking you to take a wrong step. I’m asking you to take us to the spire’s core. From the inside.” “No,” Lion-O agreed