[ The Exarch waits patiently for what she might say. He had to learn the skill and temper it over the years as they set the path forward to save the First and the Source. Even then, it required no small amount of hope and faith that the Warriors of Light (now coined Warriors of Darkness) would agree to such a thing. It pushed the sisters into paths and strifes unknown. Whatever damage they have suffered between the pair of them is, ultimately, his doing. If there is anything he might be able to do in order to make amends and heal those hurts? He will leap at the chance to do. ]
That far from foolish. At some point, we all wish to move to something else in our lives. A new chapter, if you will. [ Another reason why he wishes to return home to the Source. ] I am certain Alkaid already has a path set forward, but, what of you? Have you an inkling on what you would wish to do? I imagine you would wish to travel and see the world still.
[ The Exarch keeps his gaze forward. How long has it been since he thought of a future of his own design? Surely it must be even more daunting for her than for himself. He realized, after the adventure to the World of Darkness, that it was his duty to oversee and care for the Crystal Tower. It had been left to his bloodline by the Princess of Allag, and how could he refuse after all that had transpired? It is his life work to see that the Tower became a beacon of hope for mankind once more. A work that, he wonders, if the sisters have truly fulfilled and not him. They are the ones who made sure the night returned, the ones who fought the Allag machinations in the Tower.
He is merely a keeper and abductor of a rich and vibrant keeper. Not unlike one who watches a lighthouse.
His gaze drops to the crystal arm once more. He dare not move it as she holds it, fearing she may think he rejects her when quite the opposite is true. ]
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That far from foolish. At some point, we all wish to move to something else in our lives. A new chapter, if you will. [ Another reason why he wishes to return home to the Source. ] I am certain Alkaid already has a path set forward, but, what of you? Have you an inkling on what you would wish to do? I imagine you would wish to travel and see the world still.
[ The Exarch keeps his gaze forward. How long has it been since he thought of a future of his own design? Surely it must be even more daunting for her than for himself. He realized, after the adventure to the World of Darkness, that it was his duty to oversee and care for the Crystal Tower. It had been left to his bloodline by the Princess of Allag, and how could he refuse after all that had transpired? It is his life work to see that the Tower became a beacon of hope for mankind once more. A work that, he wonders, if the sisters have truly fulfilled and not him. They are the ones who made sure the night returned, the ones who fought the Allag machinations in the Tower.
He is merely a keeper and abductor of a rich and vibrant keeper. Not unlike one who watches a lighthouse.
His gaze drops to the crystal arm once more. He dare not move it as she holds it, fearing she may think he rejects her when quite the opposite is true. ]