taair is up at the lighthouse on this final day, sitting with his arms on the railing and staring out into the ocean. his emotions are kind of a mess even from a distance - there's this awful melancholy, this deep, deep sadness, curled in with fear and on top of that, resignation. that floats over his shoulders like a cloud, but his expression is passive, thoughtful.
when he hears footsteps he glances over, though, and smiles, and all that vanishes. ]
[HE WORRIES. Though the vibe is warm, since he's also just happy to see Taair in general even if things are a bit tricky and complicated and there are many mixed emotions to be had here in this chilis.]
I'm also alright. Perhaps I should spend some time reflecting as well, but to be honest, I've just been enjoying a drink.
It is worth celebration, no? [ though... his emotions do not really reflect the same warmth of the smile on his face. ] To have earned that second chance!
Ah, well, celebratory drinks may be a bit too straightforward...
[He's just drinking because it's his reflexive response in stressful situations, but he is definitely doing better about all of this than some people.]
...To question otherwise is to shake the Radiant's will.
[ redemption. you earned redemption. you misbehaved in thinking you could ever have your freedom, and now that you've died, and died, and died again, you remembered that death is no freedom, and you'll always be stuck in a cage like you're supposed to be. ]
If I am to return home, then I may be able to adjust the timing, somewhat, or so I am told. If that's the case, perhaps Iria may have one last chance at peace. And for that, I am most grateful.
I don't believe Gabriel cares whether or not he's questioned, so you could question it all you'd like, really.
[Lucas loves gods (general) but he is also quick to treat them like the people they are when they're also people and not just amorphous concepts.]
I know that Iria means a great deal to you, regardless... And I hope that you're able to succeed. But whatever else it is that you wish for, I hope that you may find that, too.
[ there's a little huff, there. fond, though his perception of gabriel is a little. hm. after the events of the day, but it's okay because he is soft and squishy. ]
Well, I suppose that's true... but, his judgements have already been made, in that regard. There is not much sense in questioning them, and when I asked about the metrics of his decision, he did not have an answer for me beyond that I must understand it myself. So... in the end, the decision he made was the one that was aligned with the fate I have always had.
[ still. he smiles a little at lucas' wishes - warm, soft, and sets a hand gently to his arm, squeezing lightly. ] Thank you, my dear friend. Truly... her peace is all I could ask for. I have no other wishes of my own, any longer.
[ freedom is out of his grasp, at this rate. ]
And I feel much the same for you. Tell me, will things be different for you upon your return?
[Sometimes things sure do happen in the last two hours of endgame... My god! Lucas is pretty okay himself, but he does feel sad for everyone who faces the day ahead with a sense of mixed emotion or melancholy or regret or fear or dread, because of course he does.]
Ah... Well. In this case, I suppose - in the sense of redemption. [Or a return to life all as a group, rather than individuals having differing fates.
He'll place a hand over the one on his arm, though, and give it a gentle squeeze in return.]
Will you be returning here when the time comes? [In the future, however far-off. But he just nods at that.] I have faith that they will be.
[He did not overcome his serial killer arc here so things will in fact be different in that they will be much worse, but HE HAS THE FAITH! And a free ticket back to heaven YAHOO.]
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taair is up at the lighthouse on this final day, sitting with his arms on the railing and staring out into the ocean. his emotions are kind of a mess even from a distance - there's this awful melancholy, this deep, deep sadness, curled in with fear and on top of that, resignation. that floats over his shoulders like a cloud, but his expression is passive, thoughtful.
when he hears footsteps he glances over, though, and smiles, and all that vanishes. ]
Hello, Lucas.
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Hello, my dear. How are you doing?
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Ah... I'm alright. Just reflecting. [ the smile is warm! ] How about you?
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I'm also alright. Perhaps I should spend some time reflecting as well, but to be honest, I've just been enjoying a drink.
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[ enjoy! those! drinks! ]
It is worth celebration, no? [ though... his emotions do not really reflect the same warmth of the smile on his face. ] To have earned that second chance!
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[He's just drinking because it's his reflexive response in stressful situations, but he is definitely doing better about all of this than some people.]
...Are you unhappy with it? The second chance.
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anyway. he does pause a little, and then shakes his head. ]
...No, of course not. It is a gift.
[ kind of. it's not exactly one he asked for ]
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But something about it doesn't sit well?
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[ redemption. you earned redemption. you misbehaved in thinking you could ever have your freedom, and now that you've died, and died, and died again, you remembered that death is no freedom, and you'll always be stuck in a cage like you're supposed to be. ]
If I am to return home, then I may be able to adjust the timing, somewhat, or so I am told. If that's the case, perhaps Iria may have one last chance at peace. And for that, I am most grateful.
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[Lucas loves gods (general) but he is also quick to treat them like the people they are when they're also people and not just amorphous concepts.]
I know that Iria means a great deal to you, regardless... And I hope that you're able to succeed. But whatever else it is that you wish for, I hope that you may find that, too.
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Well, I suppose that's true... but, his judgements have already been made, in that regard. There is not much sense in questioning them, and when I asked about the metrics of his decision, he did not have an answer for me beyond that I must understand it myself. So... in the end, the decision he made was the one that was aligned with the fate I have always had.
[ still. he smiles a little at lucas' wishes - warm, soft, and sets a hand gently to his arm, squeezing lightly. ] Thank you, my dear friend. Truly... her peace is all I could ask for. I have no other wishes of my own, any longer.
[ freedom is out of his grasp, at this rate. ]
And I feel much the same for you. Tell me, will things be different for you upon your return?
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Ah... Well. In this case, I suppose - in the sense of redemption. [Or a return to life all as a group, rather than individuals having differing fates.
He'll place a hand over the one on his arm, though, and give it a gentle squeeze in return.]
Will you be returning here when the time comes? [In the future, however far-off. But he just nods at that.] I have faith that they will be.
[He did not overcome his serial killer arc here so things will in fact be different in that they will be much worse, but HE HAS THE FAITH! And a free ticket back to heaven YAHOO.]