[ there's a very slight crook of a smile - temenos glances over, and the panels pause, starting to retract back downwards, disappearing into a cassock. ]
There's hardly a better person to be honest with than a priest. [ it's almost lofty, playfully chiding. however, he acknowledges it, wry - he gets it. in fact, him shooting it back to sidon is the exact same tactic. ]
[ he frowns, and there's no thoughtshare required to know that he's thinking about all the reasons he has not to be honest with a priest, but it doesn't last long, his attention returning again to the path, the woods, and the sun overhead.
it is nice to be in the sun, and he tilts his head up to the sky. ]
What shall I say? I am no stranger to grief, and I have no desire to share my misery with others.
[ a sigh ]
I apologize for being ungrateful of your kindness.
[ wow???? look at him he's so trustworthy??? well, actually. maybe he is, if only because he is not exactly your normal priest.
temenos chuckles a little, at the end. ]
You hardly need to apologize. [ because, well. it's not like he doesn't get it. ] Nor do you need to force it. But - while I perhaps am not the physically strongest among us, I am rather good at helping to lighten others' loads.
[ there's a little smile with the light joke. ]
We can talk about something else. Or walk in the silence, if you'd so prefer.
[ he smiles, just barely, before he continues up the path to the mountain ]
... I find myself torn between the need to press on and forge a path forward, and the desire to keep still a moment sit with this grief. There is ever little time to rest and truly grapple with loss on this ship. [ ... ] Perhaps we are not deserving of it.
[ anyway he can't look at him after saying that because he's a giant weenie about having a single emotion so he turns his face away after, listening. up the hill they go.
the mountain path stretches out to a small tunnel - a cutout in a rock face. inside, he can hear the sound of a small waterfall hitting the surface of a lake; torches light a continued path upwards, and the light at the end of the tunnel is not far. ]
Not deserving. [ interesting. ] Why do you think that?
[ he smiles, even as temenos turns away, turning his gaze ahead as they walk, enjoying the sound of the water, the wind in the trees and the smell of grass around them.
he purses his lips briefly before answering. ]
We live, while others have died. It is a privilege and a responsibility both, and we ought to make the most of our time by making progress.
I can't say that I disagree. [ that hits - maybe more than he really shows, but it does. doesn't temenos know how that feels, to be the one who survives. there was always a mystery to solve. always a truth to be uncovered. ]
... At this very moment, we've no progress to make. As much as I have tried to break into the varying crime scenes, week to week [ and believe me, he has Tried ] that is ineffective. These accursed Fridays leave us only time to ponder the potentials, a practice which can lead down dark paths without evidence or physicality to go on.
Perhaps there is no better time for grief than today. Tomorrow, we walk forwards and find the truth. No matter how ugly, no matter how painful, we find it.
You are right, though it is this... grieving on schedule that I find so loathsome. [ he puts a hand to his chest ] But I suppose there is little choice but to play along with the rules of this ship, like puppets on a string.
[ he sighs ]
... I apologize, Temenos. I do not mean to seem ungrateful for your kindness or your counsel.
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[ he tilts his head ]
... Granted I am a hypocrite, given that I first asked only because I am hesitant to be honest with you.
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There's hardly a better person to be honest with than a priest. [ it's almost lofty, playfully chiding. however, he acknowledges it, wry - he gets it. in fact, him shooting it back to sidon is the exact same tactic. ]
Come. Speak to me: your words here are sacred.
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it is nice to be in the sun, and he tilts his head up to the sky. ]
What shall I say? I am no stranger to grief, and I have no desire to share my misery with others.
[ a sigh ]
I apologize for being ungrateful of your kindness.
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temenos chuckles a little, at the end. ]
You hardly need to apologize. [ because, well. it's not like he doesn't get it. ] Nor do you need to force it. But - while I perhaps am not the physically strongest among us, I am rather good at helping to lighten others' loads.
[ there's a little smile with the light joke. ]
We can talk about something else. Or walk in the silence, if you'd so prefer.
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Why is it that you reached out to me?
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[ a simple answer! ]
For all that we have been through here - we ought not go through the more difficult things alone.
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[ he smiles, just barely, before he continues up the path to the mountain ]
... I find myself torn between the need to press on and forge a path forward, and the desire to keep still a moment sit with this grief. There is ever little time to rest and truly grapple with loss on this ship. [ ... ] Perhaps we are not deserving of it.
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You are the one who said we are friends.
[ anyway he can't look at him after saying that because he's a giant weenie about having a single emotion so he turns his face away after, listening. up the hill they go.
the mountain path stretches out to a small tunnel - a cutout in a rock face. inside, he can hear the sound of a small waterfall hitting the surface of a lake; torches light a continued path upwards, and the light at the end of the tunnel is not far. ]
Not deserving. [ interesting. ] Why do you think that?
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he purses his lips briefly before answering. ]
We live, while others have died. It is a privilege and a responsibility both, and we ought to make the most of our time by making progress.
Even if it leaves little time to grieve.
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I can't say that I disagree. [ that hits - maybe more than he really shows, but it does. doesn't temenos know how that feels, to be the one who survives. there was always a mystery to solve. always a truth to be uncovered. ]
... At this very moment, we've no progress to make. As much as I have tried to break into the varying crime scenes, week to week [ and believe me, he has Tried ] that is ineffective. These accursed Fridays leave us only time to ponder the potentials, a practice which can lead down dark paths without evidence or physicality to go on.
Perhaps there is no better time for grief than today. Tomorrow, we walk forwards and find the truth. No matter how ugly, no matter how painful, we find it.
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[ he sighs ]
... I apologize, Temenos. I do not mean to seem ungrateful for your kindness or your counsel.