[ She would offer her aid to the people of Ishgard even if she was not to be his lady-wife. However, she will be, and that makes the service to Ishgard's people all that more powerful in her mind. As much as she knows he wishes to dart out to save those lost in the metaphorical storm? He is in no condition to, and in honesty, neither is she. They both must find some sort of rest this night in order to continue the fight and bring those at Monument Tower to the base camp. At least, she presumes that is the plan that Aymeric and Handeloup came to the conclusion of.
There is every intention to return to his aches and his strains once she is done sharing what she wishes to. The injuries act up in the cold and Corethas is colder than she remembers it to be. Her own feelings of being cold or aches can wait until he is capable of seeing to them. Perhaps he would not wish to see to them? Alkaid shifts her weight from one hip to the other for a moment of vulnerability.
His face falls and her gaze softens. Water gathers within her eyes. She agrees entirely with the thoughts that his expressions share. While she understood the emotion and duty that drove Emet-Selch? The reality is that their reality changed. There was no guarantee that the lives fed to Zodiark would be restored. There was no guarantee that those who had been sundered would be able to return as they would. So much was placed on hopes and dreams without the proof that it would work. At least they had an idea and enough pieces to make the cure to tempering a reality. They had enough power and strength to free Doma and Gyr Abania, to bring an end to the Dragonsong War. There must be proof of conviction and the possibility that it might work in the end... not only hopes and dreams.
Her head tilts as she watches the thoughts flicker across his face. She does not intend to rush him through conclusions or understandings. Hearing of these places and being unable to see them must seem like myths and fairytales. ]
I can understand as well. But, the cost of it all? The lives on each of the reflections, and the Source, regardless of being reborn in the aetheric sea... Emet-Selch did not see us as living beings. Not in the way that you and I do. [ Her gaze falls to the image in her hands. ] Everything to him was broken from how it should have been. He justified that it did not matter what happened to the world or the lives around him in our current state because it was not how it ought to be. Just pale reflections of what once was.
[ She lowers the notebook to her lap then. Eyebrows knit upwards once more as she struggles with saying what she truly wishes to ask him. ]
It was not just the world that Hydaelyn sundered. Every living thing on the star was broken into fourteen pieces as well. Animals, creatures, plants... us.
[ Alkaid frowns as her hands begin to shake uncontrollably. What if he rejects the notion she has wondered for so long? Of course, her time in Amaurot made her expand on her initial idea. She had thought that perhaps she and Aymeric may have had several lives together--or perhaps none and that is why the need to be with him is so strong. The idea has stuck with her since then as it expanded to the concept that perhaps it was not life after life due to Calamities, but a life in the ancient world. One cut short when the world started to come undone and Zodiark and Hydaelyn had their confrontation that led to the Sundering. Perhaps that is why... they are seven times rejoined...
She raises her gaze to him once more. Deep down, she knows it is not an idea, but something she truly believes. Something in her soul pushes the idea into the realm of truth. She has searched for him for so long...and she does not think this but she knows this to be true. Whoever they were before has echoed throughout their many lives reborn. The only thing she wishes she knew is if this was the first life since those ancient days that they have been able to be together. ]
E-every soul on our star existed as a whole one in the days of Amaurot. A piece of our souls went to each reflection when Hydaelyn made it. A-and every time a Rejoining happens due to a Calamity? That piece of our souls returns... bringing us one step closer to who we were before... but at the cost of everything those reflections became and grew to be in with their own right. Seven calamities means our souls have been rejoined seven times.
[ Then, her throat clenches around the words. She holds the notebook up between them once more even if she can barely hold onto it now. Their ancient names and lives may be lost to time, but the love she feels for him runs so very deep into her soul. That must be why she fears the idea that he may reject her now. ]
...you and I, Aymeric... the pair of us... we... we could have...
[ Gods, she prays that he might understand her meaning by the expression on her face. The words will not come forward no matter how hard she tries. There is no doubt in her mind he is her soulmate. Why else would she wish for only one mate despite every notion of her clan? What else could it be when she knew she loved him from the moment they first met at Camp Dragonhead? Far too much of it makes sense in her mind even before the strong notion in her soul that it is true. ]
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There is every intention to return to his aches and his strains once she is done sharing what she wishes to. The injuries act up in the cold and Corethas is colder than she remembers it to be. Her own feelings of being cold or aches can wait until he is capable of seeing to them. Perhaps he would not wish to see to them? Alkaid shifts her weight from one hip to the other for a moment of vulnerability.
His face falls and her gaze softens. Water gathers within her eyes. She agrees entirely with the thoughts that his expressions share. While she understood the emotion and duty that drove Emet-Selch? The reality is that their reality changed. There was no guarantee that the lives fed to Zodiark would be restored. There was no guarantee that those who had been sundered would be able to return as they would. So much was placed on hopes and dreams without the proof that it would work. At least they had an idea and enough pieces to make the cure to tempering a reality. They had enough power and strength to free Doma and Gyr Abania, to bring an end to the Dragonsong War. There must be proof of conviction and the possibility that it might work in the end... not only hopes and dreams.
Her head tilts as she watches the thoughts flicker across his face. She does not intend to rush him through conclusions or understandings. Hearing of these places and being unable to see them must seem like myths and fairytales. ]
I can understand as well. But, the cost of it all? The lives on each of the reflections, and the Source, regardless of being reborn in the aetheric sea... Emet-Selch did not see us as living beings. Not in the way that you and I do. [ Her gaze falls to the image in her hands. ] Everything to him was broken from how it should have been. He justified that it did not matter what happened to the world or the lives around him in our current state because it was not how it ought to be. Just pale reflections of what once was.
[ She lowers the notebook to her lap then. Eyebrows knit upwards once more as she struggles with saying what she truly wishes to ask him. ]
It was not just the world that Hydaelyn sundered. Every living thing on the star was broken into fourteen pieces as well. Animals, creatures, plants... us.
[ Alkaid frowns as her hands begin to shake uncontrollably. What if he rejects the notion she has wondered for so long? Of course, her time in Amaurot made her expand on her initial idea. She had thought that perhaps she and Aymeric may have had several lives together--or perhaps none and that is why the need to be with him is so strong. The idea has stuck with her since then as it expanded to the concept that perhaps it was not life after life due to Calamities, but a life in the ancient world. One cut short when the world started to come undone and Zodiark and Hydaelyn had their confrontation that led to the Sundering. Perhaps that is why... they are seven times rejoined...
She raises her gaze to him once more. Deep down, she knows it is not an idea, but something she truly believes. Something in her soul pushes the idea into the realm of truth. She has searched for him for so long...and she does not think this but she knows this to be true. Whoever they were before has echoed throughout their many lives reborn. The only thing she wishes she knew is if this was the first life since those ancient days that they have been able to be together. ]
E-every soul on our star existed as a whole one in the days of Amaurot. A piece of our souls went to each reflection when Hydaelyn made it. A-and every time a Rejoining happens due to a Calamity? That piece of our souls returns... bringing us one step closer to who we were before... but at the cost of everything those reflections became and grew to be in with their own right. Seven calamities means our souls have been rejoined seven times.
[ Then, her throat clenches around the words. She holds the notebook up between them once more even if she can barely hold onto it now. Their ancient names and lives may be lost to time, but the love she feels for him runs so very deep into her soul. That must be why she fears the idea that he may reject her now. ]
...you and I, Aymeric... the pair of us... we... we could have...
[ Gods, she prays that he might understand her meaning by the expression on her face. The words will not come forward no matter how hard she tries. There is no doubt in her mind he is her soulmate. Why else would she wish for only one mate despite every notion of her clan? What else could it be when she knew she loved him from the moment they first met at Camp Dragonhead? Far too much of it makes sense in her mind even before the strong notion in her soul that it is true. ]