[ i am sorry, little one, for what you have witnessed—
meteion gives her head a gentle shake one way and then the other as she thinks back to it all, to that crushing despair, to the one presiding wish to end all life, collected over time from so many other stars and people. perhaps the sentiment has value and she tucks it away for later, a response learned that she can use. as for a response... what would the warrior of light say? what would venat? ]
What the Meteia bore witness to... shaped us and in a way, it has shaped all life we met. Including that of this star. Including yourself. I should be the one apologizing for what we wrought upon all of you.
[ they snatched a choice out from under so many people, both here and on other stars, ended lives that had only just begun. in some cases, perhaps they were justified... but here... her eyes close once more, her empathic abilities pulling up those memories, the despair and hopelessness she remembers even now, and for a brief moment her color flickers. ]
We have heard many people say one thing since we began to circle this star and sing of hope, a sentiment that we share. [ allowing her eyes to open once more, her color turning back to its vibrant blue hue, she gazes back up at the sky, as though the object of her thought might turn up right now. ] "I could not have done it without the Warrior of Light."
Your champion, [ she continues, glancing back at venat with a small smile on her small face, ] has touched so many lives. They are as a beacon to many... and I will continue to follow them and learn.
And perhaps one day... [ a soft, familiar wetness caresses the edges of her eyes, but she ignores them. ] Perhaps one day I can gift Hermes a flower upon his return.
[ he won't remember the same way, not if his soul is sundered, wouldn't be the same person... but still, maybe a part of his soul would resonate with it, would understand, would connect. maybe... she can tell him she's sorry and he would know. ]
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meteion gives her head a gentle shake one way and then the other as she thinks back to it all, to that crushing despair, to the one presiding wish to end all life, collected over time from so many other stars and people. perhaps the sentiment has value and she tucks it away for later, a response learned that she can use. as for a response... what would the warrior of light say? what would venat? ]
What the Meteia bore witness to... shaped us and in a way, it has shaped all life we met. Including that of this star. Including yourself. I should be the one apologizing for what we wrought upon all of you.
[ they snatched a choice out from under so many people, both here and on other stars, ended lives that had only just begun. in some cases, perhaps they were justified... but here... her eyes close once more, her empathic abilities pulling up those memories, the despair and hopelessness she remembers even now, and for a brief moment her color flickers. ]
We have heard many people say one thing since we began to circle this star and sing of hope, a sentiment that we share. [ allowing her eyes to open once more, her color turning back to its vibrant blue hue, she gazes back up at the sky, as though the object of her thought might turn up right now. ] "I could not have done it without the Warrior of Light."
Your champion, [ she continues, glancing back at venat with a small smile on her small face, ] has touched so many lives. They are as a beacon to many... and I will continue to follow them and learn.
And perhaps one day... [ a soft, familiar wetness caresses the edges of her eyes, but she ignores them. ] Perhaps one day I can gift Hermes a flower upon his return.
[ he won't remember the same way, not if his soul is sundered, wouldn't be the same person... but still, maybe a part of his soul would resonate with it, would understand, would connect. maybe... she can tell him she's sorry and he would know. ]