[ Ishgard's future is one that they will discuss once his strength returns to him. She wishes to know all that ails the city, and how to help them find a way forward. If she is truly to be apart of Aymeric's family--his clan--then Ishgard is as much of her responsibility as his. Her time on the First has taught her that things must be dark in order to find the truth and the light to push forward. How could Ishgard move forward without seeing what truly built their city, accepting the responsibility, then moving forward with it? ]
It was. It seems they ... were unable to accept the idea of their world changing, and wished it to be as it was perpetually. Perhaps we cannot truly grasp that mindset as we are now, or, it is simply because you and I are different. We see what might be, not only what was or what is. It is harder for others to see it.
[ She nods to his question, the smile growing on her face. ] They are shades, copies of our aetheric prints. He wasn't truly you, but... I could tell he was meant to be in the place you once held. [ Then, a shake of her head. ] There are things so innate to who we are, and what we are, I believe they stay with us no matter how many countless times we are reborn. I cannot see you as someone other than a protector of your people, whoever those people might be.
As for Thisru and I. [ Alkaid moves forward so she might sit beside his chest. Then, she reaches for his other hand with one of hers. The other takes the velvet pouch from her lap. She brings his hands together while managing to slip the oddly shaped orange crystal between them so he might hold it. Then, her hands gentle clasp around his once more. ] Hold onto this, close your eyes, and listen.
[ The crystal grows warm to the touch within moments. Then, a distinct sound can be heard from it. A voice follows, much like a bell, but intangible to those who do not possess the Echo. Alkaid closes her eyes as her tail continues to sway, moving faster. Of course, she knows who the voice belongs to, but she finds what he said more important to the conversation at the moment. ]
"Here in I commit the chronicle of the traveler. Shepherd to the stars in the dark. Though the world is sundered and our souls set adrift, where you walk, my dearest friend, fate shall surely follow. For yours is the fourteenth seat--the seat of Azem."
[ She opens her eyes to look into his once she finishes translating. A sparkle rests in her gaze with a certain glow to her face that she has been missing since the events of the First. Something more akin to the woman he first met all that time go in the meeting room of Camp Dragonhead. ]
We were the ones who refused to sacrifice any life on our star to the creation of gods, Zodiark or Hydaelyn. The ones who would go and travel the star to help those in need.... somethings truly do not change.
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It was. It seems they ... were unable to accept the idea of their world changing, and wished it to be as it was perpetually. Perhaps we cannot truly grasp that mindset as we are now, or, it is simply because you and I are different. We see what might be, not only what was or what is. It is harder for others to see it.
[ She nods to his question, the smile growing on her face. ] They are shades, copies of our aetheric prints. He wasn't truly you, but... I could tell he was meant to be in the place you once held. [ Then, a shake of her head. ] There are things so innate to who we are, and what we are, I believe they stay with us no matter how many countless times we are reborn. I cannot see you as someone other than a protector of your people, whoever those people might be.
As for Thisru and I. [ Alkaid moves forward so she might sit beside his chest. Then, she reaches for his other hand with one of hers. The other takes the velvet pouch from her lap. She brings his hands together while managing to slip the oddly shaped orange crystal between them so he might hold it. Then, her hands gentle clasp around his once more. ] Hold onto this, close your eyes, and listen.
[ The crystal grows warm to the touch within moments. Then, a distinct sound can be heard from it. A voice follows, much like a bell, but intangible to those who do not possess the Echo. Alkaid closes her eyes as her tail continues to sway, moving faster. Of course, she knows who the voice belongs to, but she finds what he said more important to the conversation at the moment. ]
"Here in I commit the chronicle of the traveler. Shepherd to the stars in the dark. Though the world is sundered and our souls set adrift, where you walk, my dearest friend, fate shall surely follow. For yours is the fourteenth seat--the seat of Azem."
[ She opens her eyes to look into his once she finishes translating. A sparkle rests in her gaze with a certain glow to her face that she has been missing since the events of the First. Something more akin to the woman he first met all that time go in the meeting room of Camp Dragonhead. ]
We were the ones who refused to sacrifice any life on our star to the creation of gods, Zodiark or Hydaelyn. The ones who would go and travel the star to help those in need.... somethings truly do not change.