[ listen. it's fine. he would never do something like challenge a bunch of strong ass cultists to a fight by claiming to be a swordsman. who would do that. a crazy person.
anyway. he matches that little smile - and it grows further, when lucas makes his suggestion and his kindness alike. ]
Yes. Let's.
[ more assured and more bolstered, taair nods as he releases lucas' hand with one of his. we can stay hand in paw for now, to lead around a maze corner where surely, surely, another memshare won't be waiting..... ]
[Around the maze corner they go! And when they turn it... It's a memory of Lucas just failing to cut vegetables in the kitchen while making soup. He blinks.]
Oh, my.
[Oh, my...
i will memshare you properly later unless you're the KILLER in which case i'll backtag memshare you eyes narrow.......]
[ ok if YOU'RE the killer for not giving me GOOD MEMSHARES no im kidding because aki took mercy on me ANYWAY.
this is. well. this is a lot! it's familiar, is the thing. the doctrine of the church that lucas attends feels way too familiar - the chill of it curls down his spine, because it reminds him of caris, of samantha, of the Radiant. the radiant has brought so much goodness to many people, because the miracles of magical healing have saved many, many lives, but its dark sides are vicious and too familiar to taair, who lives in their golden birdcage.
the love for a sister, clearly ill, resonates too. and though the blood and the gore is not entirely unfamiliar after weeks here, there's something aching about watching lucas' hope restored by the action, the sacrifice of heart for health. it reminds him so, so much of the papal states, the way lucas reminds him of samantha, and it's -
he takes a deep breath as it finishes, and as the minister holds lucas teetering steady, taair tightens his grip on his hand. ]
[I WAS NICE TO MIETTE!!!!! I STOPPED KICKING MIETTE!!!!!!!
Anyway yeah that sure is a lot HUH. SOMETIMES THE CHURCH IS THE SAME EVERYWHERE. But it's fine, because Lucas doesn't watch this memory with anything other than the same faint calm he's watched almost all of his memories with. The ones that aren't false, anyway - strange fabrications that confuse him every time they appear.
For this, though, he just sighs and then looks toward Taair, giving his hands a little squeeze in return. There's something a little sympathetic in his expression.]
[ you were and then miette didnt tag you for a day because im the devil
anyway. boy howdy. he glances away from the glass as the memory finally stops, and continues to cycle again, expression a complicated mix of sorrow and understanding and... worry, the most. he squeezes lucas' hand where he's holding it, and then clasps it again between both of his. ]
...I am glad for your sister's health. [ first, immediately - very glad for that. ] It is no strangeness to me that the in our world, the Light of Sanctuary performs miracles, but...[ they do not involve (sisi's student voice) ripping out hearts, but they're not great either. samantha's warm hands, her healing, are a vast difference to what goes on in the dark of the mine pit. ]
How...long ago was this...? This is the same church that we visited when you and I were in the cave...?
It's fine though. Sometimes people just (sisi's student voice) rip hearts out. At least they are not then eating the hearts. He does, at least, look happy for the fact that Taair is glad for Nadia's health.]
...I understand that the church in your world is... flawed. [IT'S RUN BY A POWER-HUNGRY BOZO. He's trying to word it more delicately than that.] But I promise you that that isn't the case here. [A glance back toward the mirrors.]
He found my sister and I when I was on the run from our parents. I was fourteen at the time... And yes, it is. That church is used by members of many different faiths, and serves as a gathering point even for those who don't pray, but the Society of Exorcists did build it.
taair frowns a little further as lucas explains - he manages to keep the majority of troubled off of his face, but his brows knit together as he sets his free hand on his heart and looks at the reflection, of the little girl who lucas clearly loves with all of his soul, to give over everything to... to that.
he's not unfamiliar with the relivers, at least now - he's seen what happened in that strange alternate life, last week, and he's seen other memories from yves. and the 'yves' he met was certainly... something of an abomination, if only because of how strange it was, to have someone so lively, so bright, reduced down to near nothing. to have someone brought back in a facsimile of self, against their will.
but oh, boy, are there some ethical issues there. to say the least. what a complex, complicated place their arpechele is. ]
...It was kind of them to take the both of you in, too. [ but also. wow. he swallows, hard. ] Has your sister improved further, since...?
[IT'S FINE IT'S FINE IT'S FINE IT AIN'T EVEN A REAL HEART IT'S FINE.
But yeah! He gets it, kind of. The way in which Relivers make a mockery of life, in which they take a person that's so boundless and lovely and crush that person down into something that can be contained within a memory bank. Tragic. He's still seething over the notion that Yves had been made into a Reliver and left abandoned like that, even if it was just a strange, un-lived life. Every day he hates Scien more and more.]
It was. [Adamant. He owes his own life as well as Nadia's health to the fourth minister, and he's dogged in his protection of the man, even if it's been years since his death.] And she has, yes. Even God can't perform endless miracles, but the minister was also a brilliant doctor, and his successors have been skilled, as well. They've all worked tirelessly to try finding a true cure that doesn't rely on Scien Brofiise's technology.
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anyway. he matches that little smile - and it grows further, when lucas makes his suggestion and his kindness alike. ]
Yes. Let's.
[ more assured and more bolstered, taair nods as he releases lucas' hand with one of his. we can stay hand in paw for now, to lead around a maze corner where surely, surely, another memshare won't be waiting..... ]
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Oh, my.
[Oh, my...
i will memshare you properly later unless you're the KILLER in which case i'll backtag memshare you eyes narrow.......]
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this is. well. this is a lot! it's familiar, is the thing. the doctrine of the church that lucas attends feels way too familiar - the chill of it curls down his spine, because it reminds him of caris, of samantha, of the Radiant. the radiant has brought so much goodness to many people, because the miracles of magical healing have saved many, many lives, but its dark sides are vicious and too familiar to taair, who lives in their golden birdcage.
the love for a sister, clearly ill, resonates too. and though the blood and the gore is not entirely unfamiliar after weeks here, there's something aching about watching lucas' hope restored by the action, the sacrifice of heart for health. it reminds him so, so much of the papal states, the way lucas reminds him of samantha, and it's -
he takes a deep breath as it finishes, and as the minister holds lucas teetering steady, taair tightens his grip on his hand. ]
...Oh, Lucas...
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Anyway yeah that sure is a lot HUH. SOMETIMES THE CHURCH IS THE SAME EVERYWHERE. But it's fine, because Lucas doesn't watch this memory with anything other than the same faint calm he's watched almost all of his memories with. The ones that aren't false, anyway - strange fabrications that confuse him every time they appear.
For this, though, he just sighs and then looks toward Taair, giving his hands a little squeeze in return. There's something a little sympathetic in his expression.]
There's no need to sound so sad, my dear.
[What he witnessed was a miracle, after all.]
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anyway. boy howdy. he glances away from the glass as the memory finally stops, and continues to cycle again, expression a complicated mix of sorrow and understanding and... worry, the most. he squeezes lucas' hand where he's holding it, and then clasps it again between both of his. ]
...I am glad for your sister's health. [ first, immediately - very glad for that. ] It is no strangeness to me that the in our world, the Light of Sanctuary performs miracles, but...[ they do not involve (sisi's student voice) ripping out hearts, but they're not great either. samantha's warm hands, her healing, are a vast difference to what goes on in the dark of the mine pit. ]
How...long ago was this...? This is the same church that we visited when you and I were in the cave...?
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It's fine though. Sometimes people just (sisi's student voice) rip hearts out. At least they are not then eating the hearts. He does, at least, look happy for the fact that Taair is glad for Nadia's health.]
...I understand that the church in your world is... flawed. [IT'S RUN BY A POWER-HUNGRY BOZO. He's trying to word it more delicately than that.] But I promise you that that isn't the case here. [A glance back toward the mirrors.]
He found my sister and I when I was on the run from our parents. I was fourteen at the time... And yes, it is. That church is used by members of many different faiths, and serves as a gathering point even for those who don't pray, but the Society of Exorcists did build it.
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taair frowns a little further as lucas explains - he manages to keep the majority of troubled off of his face, but his brows knit together as he sets his free hand on his heart and looks at the reflection, of the little girl who lucas clearly loves with all of his soul, to give over everything to... to that.
he's not unfamiliar with the relivers, at least now - he's seen what happened in that strange alternate life, last week, and he's seen other memories from yves. and the 'yves' he met was certainly... something of an abomination, if only because of how strange it was, to have someone so lively, so bright, reduced down to near nothing. to have someone brought back in a facsimile of self, against their will.
but oh, boy, are there some ethical issues there. to say the least. what a complex, complicated place their arpechele is. ]
...It was kind of them to take the both of you in, too. [ but also. wow. he swallows, hard. ] Has your sister improved further, since...?
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But yeah! He gets it, kind of. The way in which Relivers make a mockery of life, in which they take a person that's so boundless and lovely and crush that person down into something that can be contained within a memory bank. Tragic. He's still seething over the notion that Yves had been made into a Reliver and left abandoned like that, even if it was just a strange, un-lived life. Every day he hates Scien more and more.]
It was. [Adamant. He owes his own life as well as Nadia's health to the fourth minister, and he's dogged in his protection of the man, even if it's been years since his death.] And she has, yes. Even God can't perform endless miracles, but the minister was also a brilliant doctor, and his successors have been skilled, as well. They've all worked tirelessly to try finding a true cure that doesn't rely on Scien Brofiise's technology.