[ Aymeric's thoughts and emotions seem to be churning and swirling the longer he listens to Alkaid speak. It is clear that he sympathizes with Emet-Selch to an extent, but as Alkaid has already pointed out, the Ascian crossed a line. And everything after that line is everything that Aymeric cannot agree with nor condone.
He has become so engrossed in Alkaid's explanations that the chill and his aches have all but been forgotten. In time, they will make themselves known once more, but for the moment, all of his attention is on her and what she is saying. ]
That is all but unacceptable to me. Are all of us not alive and breathing? And what of thinking and feeling? As difficult as it is for me to comprehend, I do not dispute your account concerning the reflections and the sundering. What I do take issue with is Emet-Selch's belief that those of us who call this world- the Source home are not truly living. I cannot imagine that the good people that I have had the privilege of knowing and working alongside are merely broken pieces of who they ought to be.
Well, I suppose that we may very well be broken, but we are no less alive. You are no less alive.
[ His resolve and his belief is clear in his voice and in the look on his face, but there is still no small amount of regret concerning all the living things that were broken when the sundering occurred. Still, he imagines that no one would have truly known of it and so, they would not have experienced any ill effects. He would not have known had Alkaid not shared all of this with him. And so he supposes that those who lived their lives on those fourteen pieces were not any the wiser. ]
Something about this troubles you, does it not? Or rather, troubles you further.
[ He can see how her hands shake and the fear that seems to grip her. He has tried his best to ease her fears, to be as comforting as he can, but there is still something more that he has not yet found a way to soothe. When she speaks again, he falls silent so that he might listen and let what she says truly sink in. ]
Ah. [ Her words are halting, even uncertain, and his gaze travels to rest upon the notebook that she holds up between them. ]
We might have known each other on this Amaurot when all was whole. And what is more, we may well have continued to know each other through all of these Rejoinings. But our true selves, or rather, our selves that were whole and unsundered could have been acquainted even so long ago.
[ Then he smiles, believing that he has done his best to follow along with her and to understand everything she is telling him. ]
Perhaps that is why I feel... I feel as though I have known you for far longer than it has been since we first met that day at Camp Dragonhead. At first, I believed it to be a mere flight of fancy, an idle thought, but now... I cannot help but wonder if there might be some truth to it after all.
[ And having said that, he reaches to take hold of both her hands so that he might give them a warm squeeze. ]
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He has become so engrossed in Alkaid's explanations that the chill and his aches have all but been forgotten. In time, they will make themselves known once more, but for the moment, all of his attention is on her and what she is saying. ]
That is all but unacceptable to me. Are all of us not alive and breathing? And what of thinking and feeling? As difficult as it is for me to comprehend, I do not dispute your account concerning the reflections and the sundering. What I do take issue with is Emet-Selch's belief that those of us who call this world- the Source home are not truly living. I cannot imagine that the good people that I have had the privilege of knowing and working alongside are merely broken pieces of who they ought to be.
Well, I suppose that we may very well be broken, but we are no less alive. You are no less alive.
[ His resolve and his belief is clear in his voice and in the look on his face, but there is still no small amount of regret concerning all the living things that were broken when the sundering occurred. Still, he imagines that no one would have truly known of it and so, they would not have experienced any ill effects. He would not have known had Alkaid not shared all of this with him. And so he supposes that those who lived their lives on those fourteen pieces were not any the wiser. ]
Something about this troubles you, does it not? Or rather, troubles you further.
[ He can see how her hands shake and the fear that seems to grip her. He has tried his best to ease her fears, to be as comforting as he can, but there is still something more that he has not yet found a way to soothe. When she speaks again, he falls silent so that he might listen and let what she says truly sink in. ]
Ah. [ Her words are halting, even uncertain, and his gaze travels to rest upon the notebook that she holds up between them. ]
We might have known each other on this Amaurot when all was whole. And what is more, we may well have continued to know each other through all of these Rejoinings. But our true selves, or rather, our selves that were whole and unsundered could have been acquainted even so long ago.
[ Then he smiles, believing that he has done his best to follow along with her and to understand everything she is telling him. ]
Perhaps that is why I feel... I feel as though I have known you for far longer than it has been since we first met that day at Camp Dragonhead. At first, I believed it to be a mere flight of fancy, an idle thought, but now... I cannot help but wonder if there might be some truth to it after all.
[ And having said that, he reaches to take hold of both her hands so that he might give them a warm squeeze. ]