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[tenebraecious]

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[innerdaemons]

[ that, at last, gets a reaction from him -- surprise and then a frustrated sort of confusion, as he bears witness to that memory. it's impossible for him to seem entirely indifferent, too, when Bahamut speaks at all, but seeing her speak to him ...

how, and why --? ]


How on Eos ... ?

[tenebraecious]

Ardyn.

[aha, thank you, memory]

To gain the ire of the god of all creation, what did you do?

[innerdaemons]

That is a long story, my dear, and one that I do not have the patience to explain to you today.

[tenebraecious]

When will you find the patience? I find myself to not have very much when you held the fate of the world in your grasp yet still sought its ruin.

[innerdaemons]

Keep in mind what information I do give you is a kindness. I do not owe you anything of myself.

[tenebraecious]

[pulling her hands from her cup and lightly slamming them against the table, hands balled in fists]

You owe me something when I am sent as assassin after you by the very gods themselves. When you are the reason the true king is doomed, the same as our world.

[innerdaemons]

[ he -- laughs, though it's unpleasant, cold. ]

And why is it that you believe you are owed? Hmm? Are you attempting to speak to the goodness in my heart for more information?

[tenebraecious]

[and she is just going to keep being on the brink of tears, constant eye contact]

Because I have no wish to play party to the destruction of either of you. I—I cannot accept a fate that asks that much of me. Please, anything that changes the course . . . Give me that hope.

[innerdaemons]

I can give you none, my dear.

[ thanks, he hates this. he doesn't break eye contact, at least. ]

I will only say ... there are parts of your memory even I find unfamiliar.

[tenebraecious]

[that gets her to calm down a little, breathing]

Your deaths? Is that it?

[innerdaemons]

[ he shakes his head ]

The vision ... It is what I remember to be true.

[tenebraecious]

[d-deflating, hands coming together under the table]

So, that was your aim all along? That end.

[innerdaemons]

I was quite content with that conclusion, yes.

[tenebraecious]

[not going to touch him yet but certainly going to radiate that energy]

. . . I still wish to know how you arrived at that end, Absinthe.

[innerdaemons]

[ don't even!! ]

You truly do seem impatient. Why is it so urgent?

[tenebraecious]

[hands are on the table, what do?!]

I am not. You may take your time, but I want to be clear: I would like to know.

[innerdaemons]

Believe me - - you have made that more than apparent.

[ standing... sitting his ground!!! ]

[tenebraecious]

I also trust in your reasons. Bahamut is not familiar to me, but you are. I suspect there is good cause for your actions, as lamentable as they are.

[innerdaemons]

You're so willing to trust, when you recall so little of me.

[tenebraecious]

The time that we have had here together counts for very much. Here, we are not bound by our particular circumstances.

Unless you have something else to say on it?

[innerdaemons]

I would say that you're acting terribly naive.

[tenebraecious]

If choosing someone who has not hidden his desire for destruction over a god that deceives makes me naive, then I would much prefer to be naive.

[carefully bringing her hands back to her cup, threat of touch retracted, but still considering him]

. . . Did you know of Bahamut's plan? The original one.

[innerdaemons]

[ his lips curl, unpleasant.]

Oh - - we have had our chats. I don't find him to be very agreeable myself.

[tenebraecious]

Naturally, if that is how he treats his chosen . . .

[innerdaemons]

His concern isn't -- was never for -- us.