[Look he's your weird Lucian friend it's gonna be a Thing. Be glad the candles for the people missing in action are in his Armiger, we don't need to defile this scene with the Sex on the Beach candle he's got for Kip.
The paper flowers are spread on a table nearby- like the poppies in the show, they're mostly red, with a few made of black tissue paper instead thrown in.]
Whatever you feel is right is fine. I don't really have a space that's safe for a full arrangement, so this will have to do. Normally we'd have real dried flowers, but...
[He shrugs, a little sadly.]
We're not exactly in a position to give anyone a normal Lucian funeral here, forget the sort required for royalty.
[HIS NIECE IS DEAD HE'S ALLOWED A BIT OF DRAMATIC MELTDOWN.]
No. Even if I can do nothing else, I will watch to the end.
I just...
[He lifts his hands in front of his face and stares at them for a moment.]
I promised her. That if anything happened, I'd be there - the force in reserve, ready to swoop in with a rescue... I promised Yuuri that I would do everything in my power to help.
But I can't do anything. By now, not only Yuuri and whoever killed her... But probably at least two other people are dead, when you figure in time for editing the footage.
It's okay. Even if the only thing you can do is watch and hope… I don't think that's nothing.
I don't think that, deep inside, they won't realise people are rooting for them. Even if that's all we can do, it can become very powerful, maybe.
[It's quiet, but it's unwavering, because that's her earnest belief. In the world with such ridiculously horrible things can happen, that means there is space for an unbelievable miracle, too. She's seen it before and she holds onto the faith that she will see it again. Nanami retrieves something from her bag and reaches up, slipping a blue iris made of paper into his hands.]
Besides, I don't think Wakasa-san would appreciate you moping when you're not even in that serious situation yourself.
Edited (i keep typoing i'm so sorry) 2018-02-20 05:05 (UTC)
[It's that last, rather than the talk of hope, that gets him to finally lift his head and crack a smile.]
You're right. She'd have my head, for certain.
[He's all out of hope, all out of faith - but not out of determination, yet, and not out of spite. A darker mirror to Nanami's earnestness, but still something that will carry him through.
He survived worse, once. He won't allow himself to be weighted down by despair now. From the rubble of war and the shattered remains of his heart, he once made a nation -
There's something in his posture that is different, to how Nanami has seen him before. The Founder King straightens his back and sets his shoulders, for another long road ahead.]
Izunia watches the trial on that big TV, straight-backed and clearly not in the best of control of himself. But for all that -
He flinches, at Thomasin's question, and Ardyn's answer. That is the most reaction he shows, until the execution itself. It's... relieving, in a way, that the culprit was someone he didn't know and care for intimately.
When the screen goes black, after, the episode credits starting to roll before the final stinger of reactions, he stands and makes his way to the row of candles. Without a match or lighter, instead conjuring a small flame to his fingertip, he lights one in the second season's section of the row, and the scent of Fresh Linen joins Yuuri's already burning candle.]
[Nanami on the other hand seems very involved; she nods along, almost says something at points, and even takes notes on her phone. Trials are a familiar business for her.]
One can do whatever they choose...mm.
[She's deep in thought as Izunia lights the candle. Eventually she looks over to the window where he is.]
Thomasin-san won't be forgotten. Neither will Wakasa-san.
… do you think we could find out their location from the stars outside the trial room?
Hypothetically, yes, but it'd be damned difficult to do ourselves. I don't know all that much about interstellar navigation.
[As she might have realized by now, Eos predates space travel by quite a bit. Izunia picks up one of the red paper flowers and, holding it by the stem, starts to commit it to the flame.]
Besides which, I'm sure the conspiracy theorists online have already started. We may as well allow the experts on the internet to do our work for us in that regard, and keep our energy for other things.
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The paper flowers are spread on a table nearby- like the poppies in the show, they're mostly red, with a few made of black tissue paper instead thrown in.]
Whatever you feel is right is fine. I don't really have a space that's safe for a full arrangement, so this will have to do. Normally we'd have real dried flowers, but...
[He shrugs, a little sadly.]
We're not exactly in a position to give anyone a normal Lucian funeral here, forget the sort required for royalty.
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...mmm...we can take the time to do it properly after everything is over.
[She examines a red tissue flower.]
Do you want me to watch the trial and tell you what happens later?
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No. Even if I can do nothing else, I will watch to the end.
I just...
[He lifts his hands in front of his face and stares at them for a moment.]
I promised her. That if anything happened, I'd be there - the force in reserve, ready to swoop in with a rescue... I promised Yuuri that I would do everything in my power to help.
But I can't do anything. By now, not only Yuuri and whoever killed her... But probably at least two other people are dead, when you figure in time for editing the footage.
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I don't think that, deep inside, they won't realise people are rooting for them. Even if that's all we can do, it can become very powerful, maybe.
[It's quiet, but it's unwavering, because that's her earnest belief. In the world with such ridiculously horrible things can happen, that means there is space for an unbelievable miracle, too. She's seen it before and she holds onto the faith that she will see it again. Nanami retrieves something from her bag and reaches up, slipping a blue iris made of paper into his hands.]
Besides, I don't think Wakasa-san would appreciate you moping when you're not even in that serious situation yourself.
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You're right. She'd have my head, for certain.
[He's all out of hope, all out of faith - but not out of determination, yet, and not out of spite. A darker mirror to Nanami's earnestness, but still something that will carry him through.
He survived worse, once. He won't allow himself to be weighted down by despair now. From the rubble of war and the shattered remains of his heart, he once made a nation -
There's something in his posture that is different, to how Nanami has seen him before. The Founder King straightens his back and sets his shoulders, for another long road ahead.]
Thank you, for reminding me.
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It's only the first level. There's still a lot to do, you know? That's just what I think.
[She goes around to where Izunia presumably has a couch and plops down on it.]
I haven't found anything really new on where they could be, but we should discuss things sometime. There's still some time before the trial.
[Timeskip?]
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Izunia watches the trial on that big TV, straight-backed and clearly not in the best of control of himself. But for all that -
He flinches, at Thomasin's question, and Ardyn's answer. That is the most reaction he shows, until the execution itself. It's... relieving, in a way, that the culprit was someone he didn't know and care for intimately.
When the screen goes black, after, the episode credits starting to roll before the final stinger of reactions, he stands and makes his way to the row of candles. Without a match or lighter, instead conjuring a small flame to his fingertip, he lights one in the second season's section of the row, and the scent of Fresh Linen joins Yuuri's already burning candle.]
...Poor girl.
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One can do whatever they choose...mm.
[She's deep in thought as Izunia lights the candle. Eventually she looks over to the window where he is.]
Thomasin-san won't be forgotten. Neither will Wakasa-san.
… do you think we could find out their location from the stars outside the trial room?
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[As she might have realized by now, Eos predates space travel by quite a bit. Izunia picks up one of the red paper flowers and, holding it by the stem, starts to commit it to the flame.]
Besides which, I'm sure the conspiracy theorists online have already started. We may as well allow the experts on the internet to do our work for us in that regard, and keep our energy for other things.