[voicetest] it's this guy

[unsunderworld]

[To the surprise of absolutely no one.

Shadowbringers spoilers abound beyond this point.]

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[unsunderworld]

He can but watch and wait, as her aether redistributes, balances itself. And there is something entirely different in his expression, if she has the faintest gap in her concentration to look.

Pride. Satisfaction. You were worthy after all.

(How many times, did he watch his old friend approach the edge of disaster, leaning over into the abyss, only to suddenly tilt back, violently, and have everything fall into place?)

"A bit rudimentary, but it will do," he says, and for all the condescending meaning of the words, there's none of it in the tone. He actually sounds genuinely, unrepentantly pleased, as though this possibility is as acceptable an outcome to him as another Rejoining.

(There are other shards, other plans, and the best of mortals who stands before him is mortal yet.)

[blackrose_born]

Worthy? Perhaps. Perhaps not. She's not entirely certain what exactly she's done, at the moment. But the tears that fall now are genuine, and merely the salty water they should be.

"What fools we have been..." Slowly, she picks herself up, the black and white robes she's long worn as a personal choice a fitting symbol for what she's become. "Then and now, as ever. So many lives lost senselessly. So much destroyed by our own pride... none of us willing to admit we were all wrong." Finally, she looks up at Emet-Selch - no. Hades. She remembers the name, now, of her dearest friend from so long ago.

The friend she had betrayed, when she left the Convocation to lead those who balked at feeding their own to the godling they had fashioned for themselves.

[unsunderworld]

"I would remind you," he says, tone almost gentle, "that some of us remain incapable from turning from the path we put ourselves on, all that time ago."

To be aware of his tempering does not undo it. It simply makes him intimately aware of which lines he can push, and which he can't.

"For better or for worse, you have more free will than I."

[blackrose_born]

"Death and rebirth, it seems, does have its advantages." She sighs, then, and wishes she had a chair. Or a pillow. Something to flop on. "Not that you're any stranger to that phenomenon. Ever were you the more reckless one." Now that's an arguable point if ever there was one. She looks around at the titanic buildings, a sharp pang of nostalgia passing briefly through her before she returns her gaze to Hades. "Gods, I feel like a gnat among giants here." A wry smile at the words - gods indeed.

"When was the last time you slept, old friend?" A question brought by the dark circles around his eyes, so stark against his pale skin, spoken with clear concern.

[unsunderworld]

"I've been a member of your race recently enough that I do recall the feeling," he says. "It's only been three or four centuries."

And yet those words... He frowns, unsure what to make of them, after his initial reaction to return the banter is passed. He has to know, he has to ask - "And how much do you remember, on this day, in this place?"

[blackrose_born]

"Alas that I missed that, then. I'm sure you made quite the fetching popoto."

Ah, now that's the question, isn't it? "Fragments. Not enough to be entirely certain of anything - but enough to move forward with. I'm certain some of it is yet being blocked from me." And just as certain that she is not entirely free of Hydaelyn's influence, even now. Balancing her aether may have given her some room to breathe, but it certainly won't prevent what she now knows to be tempering from subverting her will. "I remember leaving the Convocation, and bringing forth Hydaelyn. The chaos that enveloped our world before, also. But... nothing after."