[ i don't know, i just think of that time aymeric and roxana just smile iconned at each other. it never leaves my mind ]
...It's okay. [ she offers a small, reassuring smile. ] I've, gone through a lot of memories, today. Remembered some things, too.
I'll be alright.
[ which is why she doesn't mind touching the bubble first. it gleams an orange glow just as a memory begins.
You wanted to find a gift for him.
Something to help comfort him. You find an Elpis flower, an entelechy.. just like you. Capable of feeling the emotions and feelings of thoughts.
"I want to show you something first."
You guide Hermes there with company, finding a sense of relief that he sees that he is not alone. It eases that piercing sadness, that clouding sorrow that often plagues your creator.
[ This is a heavy conversation, and Roxana can comprehend that whatever kind of people Hermes comes from, whatever kind of duty they hold - it is far removed in how they approach and view the living.
Death as a privilege is not a view she can understand, as mortal as she is. ]
... To think he felt like an aberration in feeling sadness for the loss of life. He would not be alone here. That was a wonderful gift, Meteion.
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why aymeric? zetsu? ]
That's something you and I have in common.
[ Not being hip with the slang.
She frowns when they are encapsulated in the bubble, and she looks over at Meteion. ]
I don't mind seeing anything of yours, if you're fine with sharing, but...
[ For someone as empathic as she is, Roxana's memories.... any of them would be terrible, no matter what part of her life it pulled from. ]
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...It's okay. [ she offers a small, reassuring smile. ] I've, gone through a lot of memories, today. Remembered some things, too.
I'll be alright.
[ which is why she doesn't mind touching the bubble first. it gleams an orange glow just as a memory begins.
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Death as a privilege is not a view she can understand, as mortal as she is. ]
... To think he felt like an aberration in feeling sadness for the loss of life. He would not be alone here. That was a wonderful gift, Meteion.
[ Because it is a gift to not feel so alone. ]