[ haha yeah!!! temenos like i will keep all of my emotions right here and then one day, i will die. memshare says no to that.
he's... this isn't the first time he's seen this memory, but it doesn't really get any easier. no matter how much he acts as though he's unaffected, it's such a lie. he has lost so much, just in the span of the past few weeks, let alone the past few years, and it gets harder each time.
he's quiet for a long moment as it ends, staring at the void where crick's ghost once was. ]
... Hardly your fault. [ eventually, he murmurs - scoffing, a little, though it lacks a little of his usual heat. ] Fair is fair, I suppose.
[ there is no time to grieve when the truth awaits. unfortunate, how familiar that is. ]
I do not believe that any part of this is fair, Temenos.
[ nothing is fair, nothing is about what is deserved. that much he's known for a long time now.
still, he sets a hand on his shoulder. ]
I know there is little I can say that would ease the hurt that comes with loss, but know that I wish you did not have to endure it. And that for as painful as it was, I am glad you had someone to confide in. Grief... can be truly unbearable, but I feel loneliness is a much more wretched state.
[ ugh. this is almost worse than having his memories put out there. the sincerity of it all is very heavy! it's very - it's very roi which is even worse. the kind of thing he'd used to do, just cut through whatever bullshit temenos was presenting and cut to the quick without even trying.
he closes his eyes, briefly. ]
Thank you. [ this is more stiff than he really means for it to be - dion's right, that temenos is reticent, but it's protective more than anything else. his vulnerable underbelly has been exposed here, and he wants to roll back over and cover it, as fast as possible. in reality, it's almost a little awkward, like he's not sure how to handle the concept. ] It was far more his confession than my own, but if you say so.
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he's... this isn't the first time he's seen this memory, but it doesn't really get any easier. no matter how much he acts as though he's unaffected, it's such a lie. he has lost so much, just in the span of the past few weeks, let alone the past few years, and it gets harder each time.
he's quiet for a long moment as it ends, staring at the void where crick's ghost once was. ]
... Hardly your fault. [ eventually, he murmurs - scoffing, a little, though it lacks a little of his usual heat. ] Fair is fair, I suppose.
[ there is no time to grieve when the truth awaits. unfortunate, how familiar that is. ]
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[ nothing is fair, nothing is about what is deserved. that much he's known for a long time now.
still, he sets a hand on his shoulder. ]
I know there is little I can say that would ease the hurt that comes with loss, but know that I wish you did not have to endure it. And that for as painful as it was, I am glad you had someone to confide in. Grief... can be truly unbearable, but I feel loneliness is a much more wretched state.
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he closes his eyes, briefly. ]
Thank you. [ this is more stiff than he really means for it to be - dion's right, that temenos is reticent, but it's protective more than anything else. his vulnerable underbelly has been exposed here, and he wants to roll back over and cover it, as fast as possible. in reality, it's almost a little awkward, like he's not sure how to handle the concept. ] It was far more his confession than my own, but if you say so.
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[ with a squeeze, he will let the hand on temenos' shoulder drop. ]
To see the full effect of your abilities as well, Temenos, rather than the distant shade of them... They are truly impressive.