[ One day he hopes to ask her how and why she started her journey. Very little is said when it comes to how the Warriors of Light became what they were. They simply seemed to be in the right place at the right time; appearing when needed most in defense of the star.
There are always whispers of how one should not meet their heroes. He, however, finds it a blessing and an honor he has managed to meet her as such. She is still relatively young in her days of being the Warrior of Light, but, he can see what makes her who she is has long been set in stone. It brings a warmth to his chest to see that those traits continue heavensward and through the storm of blood...
Her chiding--disapproval even--catches him off guard. Underneath the hood that shrouds his face, his eyes widen. She cannot see the expression on his face save the disappearance of the smile. There is a yearning to tell her everything then. How he has come to be how he is, what he is, who he is.... why he has done what he has. He must quell the feelings he had as a younger man and put all else first. The security of their star is paramount and must come first.
Even if, deep down, he wishes nothing more than the approval of one of his heroes. He seeks their approval and to be told that in the end, every sacrifice, every step was worth it. It is a dream he knows he will not have if all plays out as he has planned it to. What small moments he can receive of their attention or their ire is to be treasured and kept close where none might see it.
The Crystal Exarch's head lowers as the scolding continues. The crystalline hand gently settles once more on the table. Of course... why would she say anything other? So determined, is she, not to lose another... especially now...
The reaction she certainly expects is not one she will ever receive. There is no argument for defending his choices or actions. Merely a quietness that settles between them; an acceptance that they might not see eye-to-eye on this matter. The understanding that she may never approve of his methods or what he has done to himself.
What could be more crushing of a boyhood dream than have one of the very people he admired say in so many words that she is disapproving--perhaps even disappointed?
His hand still made of flesh settles on his chest once she has finished. ]
The people whom have entrusted their lives to my care call me the Crystal Exarch. Those that entrusted their dreams and hopes of a better morrow wish for a world better than that they grew up in. [ His voice is soft, as if he were a young man again, desperately seeking for his peers to understand.
Then, his head raises once more. His eyes meet hers even if she cannot see them through the hood that obscures his identity. They search hers for an approval or understanding he knows she might never give. There is no answer she might give him that he has not already pondered a thousand times over. ]
Naught else remains but their hopes and their dreams. All of them are entrusted to me to make certain that they come true. If it takes all of what I am to see those promises fulfilled, then, my friend, I will do just that. Even if it does not meet your approval or if I fall from your standards.
[ His gaze drops. ] Do not apologize for your opinion. Regardless if it sets my heart alight or causes my very soul to ace... I welcome it with open arms.
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There are always whispers of how one should not meet their heroes. He, however, finds it a blessing and an honor he has managed to meet her as such. She is still relatively young in her days of being the Warrior of Light, but, he can see what makes her who she is has long been set in stone. It brings a warmth to his chest to see that those traits continue heavensward and through the storm of blood...
Her chiding--disapproval even--catches him off guard. Underneath the hood that shrouds his face, his eyes widen. She cannot see the expression on his face save the disappearance of the smile. There is a yearning to tell her everything then. How he has come to be how he is, what he is, who he is.... why he has done what he has. He must quell the feelings he had as a younger man and put all else first. The security of their star is paramount and must come first.
Even if, deep down, he wishes nothing more than the approval of one of his heroes. He seeks their approval and to be told that in the end, every sacrifice, every step was worth it. It is a dream he knows he will not have if all plays out as he has planned it to. What small moments he can receive of their attention or their ire is to be treasured and kept close where none might see it.
The Crystal Exarch's head lowers as the scolding continues. The crystalline hand gently settles once more on the table. Of course... why would she say anything other? So determined, is she, not to lose another... especially now...
The reaction she certainly expects is not one she will ever receive. There is no argument for defending his choices or actions. Merely a quietness that settles between them; an acceptance that they might not see eye-to-eye on this matter. The understanding that she may never approve of his methods or what he has done to himself.
What could be more crushing of a boyhood dream than have one of the very people he admired say in so many words that she is disapproving--perhaps even disappointed?
His hand still made of flesh settles on his chest once she has finished. ]
The people whom have entrusted their lives to my care call me the Crystal Exarch. Those that entrusted their dreams and hopes of a better morrow wish for a world better than that they grew up in. [ His voice is soft, as if he were a young man again, desperately seeking for his peers to understand.
Then, his head raises once more. His eyes meet hers even if she cannot see them through the hood that obscures his identity. They search hers for an approval or understanding he knows she might never give. There is no answer she might give him that he has not already pondered a thousand times over. ]
Naught else remains but their hopes and their dreams. All of them are entrusted to me to make certain that they come true. If it takes all of what I am to see those promises fulfilled, then, my friend, I will do just that. Even if it does not meet your approval or if I fall from your standards.
[ His gaze drops. ] Do not apologize for your opinion. Regardless if it sets my heart alight or causes my very soul to ace... I welcome it with open arms.