[ Gentiana snaps her fingers and the ice shard shatters into small fragments. They catch what little remains of the light filtering into the room as they disappear. Then, her gaze turns back to the young Oracle in the ancient Pharaoh's arms. A gentle expression takes hold as her hand once again raises to rest at the back of Lunafreya's head. It is one a mother might give her I'll child. ]
The Oracle is still yet young enough where rest will help her recover. However, visiting those who came before her may help ground her.
[ Yugi takes the final steps to stand beside the three. He can sense the emotions beginning to build up in his other self. On top of it all, he frowns as his partner shakes his head. Still? Why is everything they try unable to help Atem with being able to remember something? Yugi looks down and decides now isn't the time to be frustrated about it. ]
How can Luna connect with the other Oracles? She couldn't see the Other Me until you showed us your memories.
[ The raven haired woman raises her hand to the outside. ] Some have been laid to rest here.
[ Lunafreya has disengaged from the conversation some time ago. Once Gentiana spoke of what was wrong, the young Oracle has not felt the desire to listen further. She knows what she would need to do, and at the moment, part of her cannot begin to fathom it. Returning to the Oracles who have come before her... asking for their aid... all it creates is a void inside her. One that speaks of failure and having not lived up to her station.
They, of course, would say otherwise. She has done her duty ten fold. The Great Leviathan God did not claim the world, the Egyptian Gods are in the hold of those who might wield them. The balance of worlds has been maintained. However, the feeling of having the battles drain her so to be in such a state creates and feeds that void. After all, what if she unable to recover? What if she cannot perform the duties of the Oracle then? If she can do nothing to help protect what is precious to her, and loses it all...
Her head turns away from them even as she remains curled up against the one she has called her king. The shaking lessens as fear truly grasps ahold of her. A sense of paralyzation that merely presses her against the void inside her. Even now, she would not have the three in the room see her in such a state. They cannot see how horrified the girl is, or the tears that have silently started to fall down her face.
She has given everything she is to her duty, her destiny. She is the Oracle. How can she help any of them, or be present in their lives, if she cannot be the Oracle? What use does she have to anyone then? Suddenly, she considers that perhaps her brother had been right those years ago. Maybe she was too young, naive, and foolish to take ahold of her calling when she had.
Lunafreya tilts her head down, hair hiding her face, and her body curling further. The tears are now a steady stream down her face, hidden from all of them. ]
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The Oracle is still yet young enough where rest will help her recover. However, visiting those who came before her may help ground her.
[ Yugi takes the final steps to stand beside the three. He can sense the emotions beginning to build up in his other self. On top of it all, he frowns as his partner shakes his head. Still? Why is everything they try unable to help Atem with being able to remember something? Yugi looks down and decides now isn't the time to be frustrated about it. ]
How can Luna connect with the other Oracles? She couldn't see the Other Me until you showed us your memories.
[ The raven haired woman raises her hand to the outside. ] Some have been laid to rest here.
[ Lunafreya has disengaged from the conversation some time ago. Once Gentiana spoke of what was wrong, the young Oracle has not felt the desire to listen further. She knows what she would need to do, and at the moment, part of her cannot begin to fathom it. Returning to the Oracles who have come before her... asking for their aid... all it creates is a void inside her. One that speaks of failure and having not lived up to her station.
They, of course, would say otherwise. She has done her duty ten fold. The Great Leviathan God did not claim the world, the Egyptian Gods are in the hold of those who might wield them. The balance of worlds has been maintained. However, the feeling of having the battles drain her so to be in such a state creates and feeds that void. After all, what if she unable to recover? What if she cannot perform the duties of the Oracle then? If she can do nothing to help protect what is precious to her, and loses it all...
Her head turns away from them even as she remains curled up against the one she has called her king. The shaking lessens as fear truly grasps ahold of her. A sense of paralyzation that merely presses her against the void inside her. Even now, she would not have the three in the room see her in such a state. They cannot see how horrified the girl is, or the tears that have silently started to fall down her face.
She has given everything she is to her duty, her destiny. She is the Oracle. How can she help any of them, or be present in their lives, if she cannot be the Oracle? What use does she have to anyone then? Suddenly, she considers that perhaps her brother had been right those years ago. Maybe she was too young, naive, and foolish to take ahold of her calling when she had.
Lunafreya tilts her head down, hair hiding her face, and her body curling further. The tears are now a steady stream down her face, hidden from all of them. ]