[ There's a new arrival, out of the Fissure near the Station today. That's not so unusual -- new faces pop out of there all the time but maybe this girl might catch the attention of someone with a discerning eye.
Maybe it's the way she's walking. Her footwear couldn't be less suited to the terrain but she's having absolutely no trouble whatsoever striding up and down the wet sand with pin-neat posture. Maybe it's the look on her face. Puzzled, but not afraid. Not the face you'd expect to see on someone who's just been interdimensionally kidnapped. ]
Hello? Excuse me? Might I be able to speak with someone...?
[ Or maybe it's her voice. Or more specifically, what she's saying. Because the language she's speaking (and the way she's dressed) make it perfectly clear to that hypothetical discerning observer that the young lady on the beach is a young lady of Solheim. ]
[The beach isn't much of a concern any longer; Izunia is familiar with its dangers and the day's work has seen it at least partially stabilized. He's perched high up among the rocks, taking a bit of a lunch break with a soda and some of the baked goods Coriander left out -
And ah, that's a voice, isn't it? At first it doesn't even register that the language is one he knows; he's grown familiar with the way this world's magic translates things. He returns the half-finished soda to the Armiger and scans the beach - there, that must be her.
There's a flash of blue and then he's there - well, okay, about ten feet away, because you never know how someone's going to react to someone warping into their space, especially someone who may not be familiar with it.]
Are you alright, miss?
[He's slipped out of the modern tongue - picked up from however many generations of watching descendants - and into his native language without even realizing it. The girl is... somehow heart-achingly familiar, even without a clear view of her face.]
[ The sound of a familiar voice has her turn to face him at once. It's an impressively graceful little spin, probably more so than most people would be able to pull off while keeping their footing on the sand. For a moment, she just squints at him. It's only for a split second but away from home as she is and with him dressed like that she finds herself unable to immediately pick out which twin she's talking to.
But then she smiles. Izunia. This is Izunia, isn't it? ]
Yes! A bit confused, but otherwise, I'm quite alright.
[ She comes hurrying over, still wearing that big, relieved smile of hers. ]
It might be a bit of a silly question, but am I safe to assume we're not in Solheim?
[At least he still - as always - wears the blue scarf around his neck, even if the rest of his wardrobe has shifted a bit.
(At least he's not wearing the teeshirt and skinny jeans.)
As for Izunia himself - when she looks at him, it's like a punch in the gut. So utterly familiar, and yet he can't place it - and those eyes. They're only a shade greener than the unnatural yellow that Ardyn's reached when the Scourge took hold of him, and yet combined with that hair, and yet, and yet -
He doesn't break down. Not quite. But he finds himself wishing for the support of something, instead of standing here on the open beach. And that before the word 'Solheim' passes her lips.]
No, I - no, we're not.
[His usual eloquent manner has failed him utterly, for once.]
[ ... Well, that's strange. It's not as if this is the first time Izunia's looked at her askance but the last time he'd done that, she'd been a stranger in his brother's house. And more importantly, he hadn't looked anywhere close to this shaken.
What's the phrase? It's like he's seen a ghost.
Clarita puts her head to one side and furrows her brow a little. What on earth could she have said that had gotten a reaction like that? ]
Then... do you know where we've ended up? It's quite strange. I was home one moment and here the next, but I've never seen this place before in my life.
What is so achingly familiar? Did he meet her, some time into his reign beneath Ardyn's name? No, surely not, surely even with two thousand years in the middle he would remember the color of those eyes...
What is different about one child of Solheim compared to any of the others he'd met? Why does it shake him to the core to have her here, when logically he knows that there's no reason that someone from Solheim shouldn't also appear? After all, there's ten years difference between his last memories and Prompto's age, why not a much further gap?
He realizes that he's slipped into the old tongue in response to her without thinking, but doesn't bother to change back.]
I know not if the beach itself has a name, but it's a different world entirely from Eos.
[ Okay now she's starting to look a little bit concerned. Not quite fearful as you'd expect from someone who's been torn away from their home and their world but just a little worried. And it's Izunia who's concerning her more than the situation she's in. Because as far as Clarita knows it's as simple as just turning around and going back where she came from with no need to fret.
But this is something worth fretting over. ]
I see... I won't ask how that's possible... I suppose the 'how' isn't as important in the long run as the 'why'. But, um...
[ She's got more questions, but the most pressing one right now is; ]
[ And for some reason, she actually looks sort of annoyed. It's a reasonable enough question to ask of a stranger but she actually looks a little bit offended. ]
I'm sorry, but I don't think it's very funny. There's a time and a place for that sort of thing.
[His hand finds its way to his hair in a way that is - too much like Ardyn's for Izunia, entirely.]
I assure you, I'm not joking.
[Does she... know him? She certainly seems to think that he should know her - and the set of her shoulders reminds him strikingly of someone he can identify, now. That's the way Aurora looked when she was angry, though the words are different (for a princess, his daughter never took to politeness well) and this girl is of course far too short to be the one who would grow to be a towering queen.]
[ Clarita stares him down, searching his face for any hint that this might be some ridiculous prank. But there's no twitch of a smirk at the corner of his mouth, no look of mischief to his eyes. He really is asking her name as if she were a stranger and something about that makes her chest feel tight and unpleasant.
Fine, then. She'll play along with whatever sort of nonsense this is. ]
Clarita Lucis Caelum. [ She looks less irritable now and more unsettled. ] But surely, you should know that.
[ - fail him entirely, crumpling inward and he falls to his knees in the sand. One half-panicked hand grabs for his scarf, clutching at the ends, his one familiar comfort as any attempt at a steady breathing pattern goes out the window.
He can place her face, now, to some degree. Not perfectly, but the resemblance is there. Add another twenty years, and it would be clearer... But even if he can't recall his mother's name, he knows it was not Clarita.
And he knows the name of every Lucis Caelum for two thousand years, very king and queen and child and branch-starting younger sibling who was born in the light of the Crystal, who was given the name Lucis Caelum instead of another. Even if there are too many to call to mind, he knows there was no Clarita.
'Clarita Lucis Caelum' is the name of a person who does not exist, a princess who was never born. And yet here she stands - ]
Who are you?
[A subtly different question, and the meaning of the difference clear enough. He doesn't know her. Doesn't understand who she is, or how this could be possible.
He knows the Lucis Caelums, every one. And yet - ]
[ When he goes to his knees, Clarita jumps and takes a half-step back. She almost seems like she's considering bolting up the beach and away from him (for help or just to escape the conversation) but then she takes a few tentative steps forward. ]
... Izunia?
[ She says it softly and hesitantly and then immediately wishes she could take it back. If she's a stranger to him, enough so that just her name is enough to sweep his feet out from under him, then surely saying his name can only worsen things. Clarita purses her lips and finally stoops down onto the sand in front of him. ]
I don't understand this. You're acting as though we're strangers but that isn't the case, is it? We're...
[ Family she almost says but the word dies on her tongue. ]
[And she knows him - there's no need for her to say anything more, not once his name escapes her lips, because the number of people - outside of this place - who would still know him by that name is such that they can be counted on one hand, and only one
only one of them bears the name of Lucis Caelum.
Only one, with eyes almost that same unnatural yellow, just a tint more of gold than of green - ]
...Please. Tell me. Who are you?
[He has to know. The knowledge might destroy him - again, many shattered pieces that he is - but the not knowing is worse.]
[ She almost doesn't want to answer. It's frightening to see him like this and she's reeling as to why any of it is happening. He'd been taken aback and maybe a little exasperated the first time they'd met but now, here he is, acting as if her very existence shake something deep in his heart. There again, in her chest, is that unpleasant tightness and it renders her unable to speak for a moment.
She's afraid, too. If her name was enough to do this to him, then what might the rest of it do?
But for all the things Clarita has learned to do since opening her eyes, lying has never been one of her strengths. ]
... we're family.
[ She has to take a steadying breath as she talks. ]
[It is, maybe, good that she phrases it the way she does, because it's in such a way that forces him to breathe for a moment -
And if she had actually said Ardyn's name, well, he might just have expired on the spot.
Instead, there's a shaky breath and he -
flings a pen at the space beside her head, because he needs his arms around her, now, and his legs still aren't steady enough to bear his weight.]
...A miracle. You're a miracle.
[And then he's sobbing, into her shoulder, his arms still tight around her as though he's forgotten that letting go is a thing that anyone has been capable of, ever.
[ Rather understandably, Clarita yelps and makes to draw back but she doesn't get very far before he's already there and she's sort of trapped. It's certainly not as if she minds but his words and the fact that he's crying are even more unsettling than his wide-eyed shock at her very existence. ]
A... a miracle.
[ She sounds a little doubtful. She's been called a great many things but she can't recall if miracle is one of them. ]
Well, it's not really fine, but it's not like there's really much of anything she can do about that. She does put an arm around him in the most awkward return hug ever though, rather than just sitting there so perhaps that's something. ]
okay i'm done getting destroyed by airlocked so i'm back
[Eventually, his grip loosens a little, and with a hiccuping last sob, he pulls his head away from her shoulder, wiping his eyes.
It will be some time before he totally gets his thoughts in order. Until then, he doesn't really want to let go entirely, so one hand remains on her shoulder.]
I... I'm sorry. But...
[Perhaps this is like the case of Makoto's world which I'm going to pretend he knows about by now oops, where events are different enough that you can tell the difference between the worlds with only the barest amount of information.]
...In the Eos I come from, Ardyn died without any children.
[It is, after all, technically true, even though it represents so little of the truth. A truth that is almost too much for him to handle right now.
Oh, that sends something spinning through her chest that she can't identify but doesn't need to. She already knows it's something unpleasant. It's a stab of something like panic and fright mixed up with pity at the thought of a world where her father dies... alone? ]
Was-- was he alone?
[ Izunia isn't privy to the unvoiced question in her head but Clarita wears her heart on her sleeve, has never been taught to do anything but. So that fright and that sorrow is clear as day on her face. ]
I... it's frightening to think of a world without myself. But... but a world where he's all alone-- I don't know if I could bear there. You were with him at least, weren't you?
someday we'll be free of this hell (but we'll never be free of umineko)
[ Her expression crumples. Not surprising, considering what she's just been told. And he says it with such certainty, too, like even the possibility of a better ending is something he'd long since given up on.
No wonder he'd called her a miracle. ]
... Then please don't be afraid for him.
[ If the world she was brought into is truly something so precious then what can Clarita do but hold onto its happiness all the tighter? If there's a place out there where things went so terribly dark then she wants to make sure her tiny spot of light is even more radiant in comparison. ]
Whatever happened in the world you came from, I won't allow the same to happen in mine.
If our family is living happily in your Eos, then I already know that the same thing won't happen.
[Because if Ardyn was able to come to a stop long enough to have a child, then he can't have been constantly on the move, healing the Scourge. Hadn't he said once that he wouldn't do that to a child - wouldn't leave them an orphan in all but name, or force them to grow up never knowing a home?
Izunia can't be sure any longer. But that - that feels right. It feels right, like something Ardyn would have said before the Scourge claimed his mind.
(It's possible that by then it was already starting to claim his body.)]
So... thank you. Even if you aren't doing anything more than existing right now... Thank you, for what you represent.
[ She nods and manages, with a bit of effort, to give him a fierce, proud smile. It's sad to think of a world where the people she loves most are miserable. But maybe this is why she's here. Maybe, just maybe, she's been pulled into this world to give a sad, tired man a little spark of hope. ]
I suppose I should say you're welcome, then. But it feels a bit strange to be thanked for doing nothing but being here.
[ ... then she looks around, takes in the beach with a wrinkled nose. ]
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Maybe it's the way she's walking. Her footwear couldn't be less suited to the terrain but she's having absolutely no trouble whatsoever striding up and down the wet sand with pin-neat posture. Maybe it's the look on her face. Puzzled, but not afraid. Not the face you'd expect to see on someone who's just been interdimensionally kidnapped. ]
Hello? Excuse me? Might I be able to speak with someone...?
[ Or maybe it's her voice. Or more specifically, what she's saying. Because the language she's speaking (and the way she's dressed) make it perfectly clear to that hypothetical discerning observer that the young lady on the beach is a young lady of Solheim. ]
aw yiss
And ah, that's a voice, isn't it? At first it doesn't even register that the language is one he knows; he's grown familiar with the way this world's magic translates things. He returns the half-finished soda to the Armiger and scans the beach - there, that must be her.
There's a flash of blue and then he's there - well, okay, about ten feet away, because you never know how someone's going to react to someone warping into their space, especially someone who may not be familiar with it.]
Are you alright, miss?
[He's slipped out of the modern tongue - picked up from however many generations of watching descendants - and into his native language without even realizing it. The girl is... somehow heart-achingly familiar, even without a clear view of her face.]
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But then she smiles. Izunia. This is Izunia, isn't it? ]
Yes! A bit confused, but otherwise, I'm quite alright.
[ She comes hurrying over, still wearing that big, relieved smile of hers. ]
It might be a bit of a silly question, but am I safe to assume we're not in Solheim?
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(At least he's not wearing the teeshirt and skinny jeans.)
As for Izunia himself - when she looks at him, it's like a punch in the gut. So utterly familiar, and yet he can't place it - and those eyes. They're only a shade greener than the unnatural yellow that Ardyn's reached when the Scourge took hold of him, and yet combined with that hair, and yet, and yet -
He doesn't break down. Not quite. But he finds himself wishing for the support of something, instead of standing here on the open beach. And that before the word 'Solheim' passes her lips.]
No, I - no, we're not.
[His usual eloquent manner has failed him utterly, for once.]
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What's the phrase? It's like he's seen a ghost.
Clarita puts her head to one side and furrows her brow a little. What on earth could she have said that had gotten a reaction like that? ]
Then... do you know where we've ended up? It's quite strange. I was home one moment and here the next, but I've never seen this place before in my life.
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What is so achingly familiar? Did he meet her, some time into his reign beneath Ardyn's name? No, surely not, surely even with two thousand years in the middle he would remember the color of those eyes...
What is different about one child of Solheim compared to any of the others he'd met? Why does it shake him to the core to have her here, when logically he knows that there's no reason that someone from Solheim shouldn't also appear? After all, there's ten years difference between his last memories and Prompto's age, why not a much further gap?
He realizes that he's slipped into the old tongue in response to her without thinking, but doesn't bother to change back.]
I know not if the beach itself has a name, but it's a different world entirely from Eos.
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But this is something worth fretting over. ]
I see... I won't ask how that's possible... I suppose the 'how' isn't as important in the long run as the 'why'. But, um...
[ She's got more questions, but the most pressing one right now is; ]
Are you quite alright?
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But really, he's all too aware that it's painfully obvious that he is not okay.]
I... Forgive me the rude question, but what is your name?
[What is this feeling in his chest, that he cannot put a name to? Is there even an answer?
He has to know.]
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... is that supposed to be a joke?
[ And for some reason, she actually looks sort of annoyed. It's a reasonable enough question to ask of a stranger but she actually looks a little bit offended. ]
I'm sorry, but I don't think it's very funny. There's a time and a place for that sort of thing.
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I assure you, I'm not joking.
[Does she... know him? She certainly seems to think that he should know her - and the set of her shoulders reminds him strikingly of someone he can identify, now. That's the way Aurora looked when she was angry, though the words are different (for a princess, his daughter never took to politeness well) and this girl is of course far too short to be the one who would grow to be a towering queen.]
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Fine, then. She'll play along with whatever sort of nonsense this is. ]
Clarita Lucis Caelum. [ She looks less irritable now and more unsettled. ] But surely, you should know that.
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Whatever thoughts he might have had before -
They are all gone, now. His shaky legs - ]
What?
[ - fail him entirely, crumpling inward and he falls to his knees in the sand. One half-panicked hand grabs for his scarf, clutching at the ends, his one familiar comfort as any attempt at a steady breathing pattern goes out the window.
He can place her face, now, to some degree. Not perfectly, but the resemblance is there. Add another twenty years, and it would be clearer... But even if he can't recall his mother's name, he knows it was not Clarita.
And he knows the name of every Lucis Caelum for two thousand years, very king and queen and child and branch-starting younger sibling who was born in the light of the Crystal, who was given the name Lucis Caelum instead of another. Even if there are too many to call to mind, he knows there was no Clarita.
'Clarita Lucis Caelum' is the name of a person who does not exist, a princess who was never born. And yet here she stands - ]
Who are you?
[A subtly different question, and the meaning of the difference clear enough. He doesn't know her. Doesn't understand who she is, or how this could be possible.
He knows the Lucis Caelums, every one. And yet - ]
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... Izunia?
[ She says it softly and hesitantly and then immediately wishes she could take it back. If she's a stranger to him, enough so that just her name is enough to sweep his feet out from under him, then surely saying his name can only worsen things. Clarita purses her lips and finally stoops down onto the sand in front of him. ]
I don't understand this. You're acting as though we're strangers but that isn't the case, is it? We're...
[ Family she almost says but the word dies on her tongue. ]
We're not strangers to each other.
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only one of them bears the name of Lucis Caelum.
Only one, with eyes almost that same unnatural yellow, just a tint more of gold than of green - ]
...Please. Tell me. Who are you?
[He has to know. The knowledge might destroy him - again, many shattered pieces that he is - but the not knowing is worse.]
Who are you to me?
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She's afraid, too. If her name was enough to do this to him, then what might the rest of it do?
But for all the things Clarita has learned to do since opening her eyes, lying has never been one of her strengths. ]
... we're family.
[ She has to take a steadying breath as she talks. ]
You and my father are brothers.
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And if she had actually said Ardyn's name, well, he might just have expired on the spot.
Instead, there's a shaky breath and he -
flings a pen at the space beside her head, because he needs his arms around her, now, and his legs still aren't steady enough to bear his weight.]
...A miracle. You're a miracle.
[And then he's sobbing, into her shoulder, his arms still tight around her as though he's forgotten that letting go is a thing that anyone has been capable of, ever.
His brother's daughter.
A miracle, and one he does not deserve.]
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A... a miracle.
[ She sounds a little doubtful. She's been called a great many things but she can't recall if miracle is one of them. ]
What do you... um... please stop crying...?
[ She has no idea what she's supposed to do. ]
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He'll uh. He'll be a minute. To make sure this isn't a dream.
...Maybe more than a minute.]
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...
Well, it's not really fine, but it's not like there's really much of anything she can do about that. She does put an arm around him in the most awkward return hug ever though, rather than just sitting there so perhaps that's something. ]
okay i'm done getting destroyed by airlocked so i'm back
It will be some time before he totally gets his thoughts in order. Until then, he doesn't really want to let go entirely, so one hand remains on her shoulder.]
I... I'm sorry. But...
[Perhaps this is like the case of Makoto's world
which I'm going to pretend he knows about by now oops, where events are different enough that you can tell the difference between the worlds with only the barest amount of information.]...In the Eos I come from, Ardyn died without any children.
[It is, after all, technically true, even though it represents so little of the truth. A truth that is almost too much for him to handle right now.
He wishes he could be her Izunia, instead.]
are you truly ever tho
Oh.
Oh, that sends something spinning through her chest that she can't identify but doesn't need to. She already knows it's something unpleasant. It's a stab of something like panic and fright mixed up with pity at the thought of a world where her father dies... alone? ]
Was-- was he alone?
[ Izunia isn't privy to the unvoiced question in her head but Clarita wears her heart on her sleeve, has never been taught to do anything but. So that fright and that sorrow is clear as day on her face. ]
I... it's frightening to think of a world without myself. But... but a world where he's all alone-- I don't know if I could bear there. You were with him at least, weren't you?
someday we'll be free of this hell (but we'll never be free of umineko)
But, if it means that there is even one fragment of a world where Ardyn led a normal, happy life...]
I wish that I had been.
[Once more, the utter truth, but removed from all the context that makes it a horrific weight.]
I... It's a dreadfully long, painful story. But if you exist, then... There's at least one world where it didn't happen.
[At the odds of... how many millions, to one? How many hopes does this girl represent, unknowing of the significance she carries?
At whatever ridiculous odds, she exists. Truly a miracle.]
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No wonder he'd called her a miracle. ]
... Then please don't be afraid for him.
[ If the world she was brought into is truly something so precious then what can Clarita do but hold onto its happiness all the tighter? If there's a place out there where things went so terribly dark then she wants to make sure her tiny spot of light is even more radiant in comparison. ]
Whatever happened in the world you came from, I won't allow the same to happen in mine.
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[Because if Ardyn was able to come to a stop long enough to have a child, then he can't have been constantly on the move, healing the Scourge. Hadn't he said once that he wouldn't do that to a child - wouldn't leave them an orphan in all but name, or force them to grow up never knowing a home?
Izunia can't be sure any longer. But that - that feels right. It feels right, like something Ardyn would have said before the Scourge claimed his mind.
(It's possible that by then it was already starting to claim his body.)]
So... thank you. Even if you aren't doing anything more than existing right now... Thank you, for what you represent.
[Their happiness, radiant as the dawn.]
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I suppose I should say you're welcome, then. But it feels a bit strange to be thanked for doing nothing but being here.
[ ... then she looks around, takes in the beach with a wrinkled nose. ]
... where is 'here'?
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