lazybox | [voicetest] it's this guy

We may be here, but we are not of here.

[An important distinction, to his mind. They do not belong here, even less than did the Warrior of Light and her friends, Crystal Tower and all, belong on the First. The First and the Source were at least connected, once parts of one whole.]

Someday, we will return.

[Perhaps a shockingly optimistic view, from the normally exhausted, pessimistic Ascian... But how can he hold to any other belief, in the shoes he has stood in for so many millennia? They will return to the star of their mutual, widely-separated birth, one way or another. He believes it the same way that he believes that the Ardor will someday occur.]

This little tree, however, has nowhere to return to. Grow or falter, it will remain here.

[ Fair enough, she supposes, though she could point out the dwindling number of admins down in the lower floors of the Tower, if she felt inclined to debate. She doesn't, at the moment.

So instead she reaches a hand out to gently brush against a leaf. Honestly the tree itself raised many questions about the life left on this world at all. Questions she's not the best qualified to ask or answer, but enough to wonder about in quieter moments, like this one. She has faith in this little tree though. Dead as the the Burn may have seemed, it nevertheless had been rife with things trying to kill her. She expects this tree has survival mechanisms all its own, to have survived this long. ]

Someday sooner rather than later, hopefully. You have much in the way of luck today?

[ She says "you" but what she means is "your group." This wasn't one of the worst locations to speak openly, but it wasn't one of the safer ones either. ]

Not as much as I'd like, as ever. You would think that the laws of matter would be close enough to multiversal, but that's proven to be as far from the case as any other point of consistency.

['Sorry, we're busy reinventing the periodic table because the laws of physics are nonsense.']

But we are at least reaching the point where we can distinguish the samples by something other than their color, which is at least the beginning of something.

I feel we're about the same with mine, not that I get close enough to look most days. A group of chimerical monstrosities decided to make their nest where we were located overnight.

[ Centaurs may not attack unprovoked during the day, but they needed provoking, if only to get their supplies back... let's just say her glaives had seen a lot of work. The noise and mess had attracted some other groups as well. ]

They made Allag's chimeras seem like a mercy.

Well, the chimeras were designed with a few weak points in mind, just in case they escaped containment and started rampaging through the facilities.

[Did someone learn his lesson from Amaurot? There's no way he couldn't.]

Clearly no such care has been taken here, and why would it be? Death does the soul little harm.

[Not no harm, not after what they've seen.]

[ This is treading a bit close to conversations she really doesn't want to have right now with him. There wasn't a need for it to be broached at the moment, but she didn't want that to change. They both knew something that did do the soul a good deal of harm in this place.

If she danced too much around it through (heh), he'd know what she was avoiding, more like than not.

Wicked White she's so tired, sometimes. ]

Yes, of course. [ She lifts a hand up to rub at her forehead. Still so tired. ] Ruana's made her opinions about the expendability of these bodies all too clear. Likely she'd be even more pleased, if she knew all the circumstances.

[ Knew how much she was making their jobs difficult, that is. ]

Even Lahabrea took better care, as quick as he was wont to burn through them.

[That part, at least, they can agree upon. Neither is much fond of the woman.]

Considering the efforts I've taken to live in most of mine, it's almost personally offensive. At least this time it doesn't much seem to be given a personal touch.

[ She's not entirely able to hide a grimace at his mention of Lahabrea. And his possession habit. Both on Thancred's behalf and her own, given the particular antagonism she and the other Ascian had once had for each other. ]

Personal or otherwise, it's a delay we don't particularly need at the moment.

[ The complaint is more resigned at this point though, a sort of "what can you do"? They would get through this. They would get back to their worlds. They had to. There just simply wasn't another option. It was only the pity that resolve alone couldn't quite quell her unsettled nerves at times. ]

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