[ it chills her to hear it โ but more that he can speak of it so casually, than speaking it all. it should be reassuring, in a way. she's here to bring her foster family back from the dead after all... knowing that the ximilia has the ability to do it is...
something.
it's enough to make her finally give voice to the thing she's been too afraid to say out loud. ]
Do you ever wonder about staying here, even after it's all over?
๏ผ there's no hesitation — it is a thing said definitively, unconcerned. his goal has always been to finish his work here, and then return to jลdo. living holds no allure for him, nothing tethers him to this world. ๏ผ
For some, that may be an option. But I do not wish to be anywhere else than my home.
[ clarice, though. clarice hesitates. it's nice, she thinks. that even in death, he still has a place he can call home.
there's nothing waiting for her back in her world. ]
Yeah... [ there's a pointedly casual lilt to her tone — a stark contrast to the quiet and care her words had had just moments earlier. ] All this metal and humming's bound to get real old real fast.
๏ผ he gives her a sidelong glance, unfettered by open curiosity but nevertheless inquisitive. had she hoped his answer would be different?
(is hers?) ๏ผ
One becomes accustomed to it, I imagine, with time.
๏ผ in lieu of sitting idle, he rises to begin a pot of tea. something non-caffeinated, one of the things he has squirrelled away from viveca's supply drops. he never takes the whole of anything, but he does have a decent, well-organized supply of various things in one drawer, which he thumbs through idly. ๏ผ
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something.
it's enough to make her finally give voice to the thing she's been too afraid to say out loud. ]
Do you ever wonder about staying here, even after it's all over?
cw: suicidality
๏ผ there's no hesitation — it is a thing said definitively, unconcerned. his goal has always been to finish his work here, and then return to jลdo. living holds no allure for him, nothing tethers him to this world. ๏ผ
For some, that may be an option. But I do not wish to be anywhere else than my home.
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there's nothing waiting for her back in her world. ]
Yeah... [ there's a pointedly casual lilt to her tone — a stark contrast to the quiet and care her words had had just moments earlier. ] All this metal and humming's bound to get real old real fast.
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(is hers?) ๏ผ
One becomes accustomed to it, I imagine, with time.
๏ผ in lieu of sitting idle, he rises to begin a pot of tea. something non-caffeinated, one of the things he has squirrelled away from viveca's supply drops. he never takes the whole of anything, but he does have a decent, well-organized supply of various things in one drawer, which he thumbs through idly. ๏ผ
Do you? Wonder about staying here.