continuations

[tenebraecious]

Comments

[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.

[tenebraecious]

Not in particular, but he is still trying to secure the future of our star. We have not been able to manage it on our own.

[because we weren't given the tools . . . ]

[innerdaemons]

It is almost as if they went out of their way to ensure as much.

[tenebraecious]

To what end? If they had no need of us, we are easy to ignore.

[innerdaemons]

That is the true question, hmm? One I do not have the answer to.

[tenebraecious]

Mm, and I am asking you many questions. But I cannot help wanting to know, not only for my own sake.

[innerdaemons]

Perhaps you'll find out in your own time.

[tenebraecious]

However long that may take . . . I fear I have taken enough of your time. Do you wish to go, or would you rather remain?

[innerdaemons]

[ he exhales, before lifting his glass of tea -- ]

I'll finish this first, hmm?