[ oh... if she was trying to put up a strong front moments earlier, it's definitely gone now. the feel of those arms around her, warm (not cold), here (not gone)
a whimper escapes her, and she can't hold back from crying again. ]
I... I'm.. I couldn't... I.. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't.. protect him.
It.. it shouldn't have to be his last night.. [ it reminds her of something.. a conversation she had before. ] Bu-chan... felt as if sometimes, he didn't exist. That he would just... one day fade away.
[ it hurts. it hurts a lot. to think he's gone. ] I.. I'm not going to forget him, I won't. I made a promise that, I would always remember him. [ so he lives in, through that. so there's still a part of him here. ]
It.. it still hurts a lot. [ quietly, almost a whisper ] Is this.. what it means to live?
[... that's a sentiment clarte can understand well—because they, too, feel like they could disappear at any moment.
but they won't say that. can't, especially now.]
... Yes. I'm sorry you had to find out this way, Meteion. But if living beings didn't understand pain, they wouldn't understand happiness either. Life is filled with both.
[they reach up to stroke her hair.]
Do you want to do something in his honour? Kazunari's drawing sketches of him and 9S to memorialize them, but we can do anything.
..No. I've always known that, you have to accept.. there will be some pain. Some loss. But it's so... overwhelming. Here, at least... it feels as if that's what we have to accept.. entirely.
It was.. Bu-chan, today. It could be.. you next week. And.. and.. [ her eyes squeeze closed, trembling at the stroke of her hair but she leans into it. ] I.. I don't want to accept.. that it's just that.
I want to hope... there's more. That they've.. returned safely to their stars. That Bu-chan.. is still alive, because we remember him. [ she looks to her hands now. ] Maybe if... if we find his sword..
[ he'll still be okay? she's quiet for a moment longer, growing silent even after hearing the question and quietly she does eventually nod her head. ] ...A flower.
[sometimes, death can be cheated, reversed. that is something clarte knows well. and truthfully, they cannot claim to be someone who has simply let go and moved on when tragedy struck.
but here, lacking in the power that defines them, they can make no promises to meteion. they don't want to give her false hope.]
[ it's a tough thing, trying to cling onto hope- a false one, as temporarily as it is, would likely not last. but, if she could just.. see it. feel it, share it with others like her abilities are capable of...
some might see her without her abilities as a blessing, to not be overwhelmed but, she's never felt more lost than now. ]
Mhm, let's. [ off to look at seeds in which, she'll hold up a packet of.. green roses. ] I think, these ones would really suit him.
Oh.. have I spoken to you about Elpis flowers before?
[ a finger gently traces the design of the rose. ] It's a type of flower.. that changes colors, depending on the emotions and feelings of those around it.
Normally, in Elpis, they're just white. Because everyone there was always content. But.. whenever Hermes was sad, and felt lost, the flowers would change purple.
I see. That sounds fascinating—I've never heard of any flower like that. I imagine with them... that means everyone's feelings are shared, essentially?
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so wordlessly, they kneel down to give meteion a hug—knowing that this may be the most they can do for her.]
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a whimper escapes her, and she can't hold back from crying again. ]
I... I'm.. I couldn't... I.. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't.. protect him.
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... I'm sorry, Meteion. None of us could. [...] But if nothing else, you at least made his last night a happy one.
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It.. it shouldn't have to be his last night.. [ it reminds her of something.. a conversation she had before. ] Bu-chan... felt as if sometimes, he didn't exist. That he would just... one day fade away.
[ it hurts. it hurts a lot. to think he's gone. ] I.. I'm not going to forget him, I won't. I made a promise that, I would always remember him. [ so he lives in, through that. so there's still a part of him here. ]
It.. it still hurts a lot. [ quietly, almost a whisper ] Is this.. what it means to live?
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but they won't say that. can't, especially now.]
... Yes. I'm sorry you had to find out this way, Meteion. But if living beings didn't understand pain, they wouldn't understand happiness either. Life is filled with both.
[they reach up to stroke her hair.]
Do you want to do something in his honour? Kazunari's drawing sketches of him and 9S to memorialize them, but we can do anything.
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It was.. Bu-chan, today. It could be.. you next week. And.. and.. [ her eyes squeeze closed, trembling at the stroke of her hair but she leans into it. ] I.. I don't want to accept.. that it's just that.
I want to hope... there's more. That they've.. returned safely to their stars. That Bu-chan.. is still alive, because we remember him. [ she looks to her hands now. ] Maybe if... if we find his sword..
[ he'll still be okay? she's quiet for a moment longer, growing silent even after hearing the question and quietly she does eventually nod her head. ] ...A flower.
I want to... plant him a flower.
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but here, lacking in the power that defines them, they can make no promises to meteion. they don't want to give her false hope.]
Shall we look for seeds in the greenhouse, then?
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some might see her without her abilities as a blessing, to not be overwhelmed but, she's never felt more lost than now. ]
Mhm, let's. [ off to look at seeds in which, she'll hold up a packet of.. green roses. ] I think, these ones would really suit him.
Oh.. have I spoken to you about Elpis flowers before?
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[ a finger gently traces the design of the rose. ] It's a type of flower.. that changes colors, depending on the emotions and feelings of those around it.
Normally, in Elpis, they're just white. Because everyone there was always content. But.. whenever Hermes was sad, and felt lost, the flowers would change purple.
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