[ Alkaid watches the expressions move across his face. She understands that the information is all so much to give to another. Being on the First and learning it while still struggling with the sin eaters and Lightwardens had been a struggle within itself. Yet, she and K'thisru had the Scions there. All Aymeric has to guide his understanding is her, and perhaps she is not the person that should have shared it. Perhaps her explanations are not enough or not devoid of emotion to represent mere facts. Perhaps Alphinaud is better left to explain it, or even Y'shtola. Someone who is not driven by the emotion of the discovery.
She blinks a few times through the silence as his mind tries to comprehend it all. There had been one time she attempted to reach out in this manner before, but did not expect him to quite understand her meaning. She feels that while he may understand it in his mind, the part she reaches for may not be able to respond. The desire, the need, for him to look at her and see her shakes her very soul. Not as only Lantaa, but as the woman that loves him above all else. They cannot see each other as they once were or even know their names. Those lives had been so very long ago, and now they are what remains. Incomplete souls, yes, but enough of who they were to find one another despite the many lives they surely must have lived.
For the first time, she feels she might finally understand the pain that Emet-Selch felt. Except he truly did remember all of them as they once were. He had lived through every Calamity--that he of course helped cause--but every person he spoke to could never remember what he did. If he had at once ever tried to reach out as she is... how many times had he tried until he found it utterly pointless? Perhaps that was the source of his apathy and his malice. They could not truly be alive if they did not know him as they should...
Alkaid raises her gaze as he squeezes her arm. It pulls her from her own thoughts. Despite the folded ears and still tail, she offers him a smile the brightest she can. Regardless of their possible ancient past or connection, he is still the man she loves entirely in this life and any life after. She presses her forehead to his once more and nudges his nose with hers. ]
I could think of far better inspirations. [ She forces her tone to be light and to lift the spirit of their conversation. She can sort through her own emotions once he has drifted to sleep. ] Certainly ones that do not try to inspire you to act with her in such a very improper way.
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She blinks a few times through the silence as his mind tries to comprehend it all. There had been one time she attempted to reach out in this manner before, but did not expect him to quite understand her meaning. She feels that while he may understand it in his mind, the part she reaches for may not be able to respond. The desire, the need, for him to look at her and see her shakes her very soul. Not as only Lantaa, but as the woman that loves him above all else. They cannot see each other as they once were or even know their names. Those lives had been so very long ago, and now they are what remains. Incomplete souls, yes, but enough of who they were to find one another despite the many lives they surely must have lived.
For the first time, she feels she might finally understand the pain that Emet-Selch felt. Except he truly did remember all of them as they once were. He had lived through every Calamity--that he of course helped cause--but every person he spoke to could never remember what he did. If he had at once ever tried to reach out as she is... how many times had he tried until he found it utterly pointless? Perhaps that was the source of his apathy and his malice. They could not truly be alive if they did not know him as they should...
Alkaid raises her gaze as he squeezes her arm. It pulls her from her own thoughts. Despite the folded ears and still tail, she offers him a smile the brightest she can. Regardless of their possible ancient past or connection, he is still the man she loves entirely in this life and any life after. She presses her forehead to his once more and nudges his nose with hers. ]
I could think of far better inspirations. [ She forces her tone to be light and to lift the spirit of their conversation. She can sort through her own emotions once he has drifted to sleep. ] Certainly ones that do not try to inspire you to act with her in such a very improper way.