@M0ONHAL0 ". . .This is not our first conversation like this? "
She asks with a tilt of her head, more puzzled now.
Why did this one not give up like others had?
@M0ONHAL0 " Are we? "
She asks with a soft spoken tone of voice.
As she tilts her head to the side.
" I have no. . .recollection of our moments together. "
@M0ONHAL0 " I see. . . "
She says looking down at the ground for a moment before glancing back at the other.
" I apologize. I don't think I've kept track. "
@ElysianReturn Everything. Everyone.
Nothing of it remained.
Only me, and the sword I carry. But do not apologize. In truth? I barely remember what home was like.
| She chuckles softly. |
Divinity. The divine.
Aeons are more concepts of their paths than actual gods.
That's even worse.
Imagine being smote by an idea.
But good. Hold onto her.
Every single memory you have and I promise.
The nihility will never touch them.
For once, I'm thankful towards divinity due to that fact.
What a sickening thought.
Kidding, kidding-!
[lest an aeon spites him...]
But.. yeah. I remember her face, voice, body language... all so distinct.
| Acheron smiles. For the first time in a long while. Its a gentle smile. |
But you aren't afflicted by it.
You still remember that lingering impact of her.
Her voice. Her memories no doubt.
Preservation favors you.
Her memory will remain.
Hmnn.
That makes sense.
In a way, she was... everything to me. So, ahah... Her impact lingers a lot.
..It made your description of nihility horrifying.
| She looks forward. |
I don't remember who told me this, but. . .
Every person you meet, becomes apart of you.
The deeper their meaning runs, the more they are always lingering within.
. . . You missing her, is her being apart of you too.
Well, time for one.
..But a few people, yeah. One gal in particular did some heavy lifting for that feelin'.
[He smiles softly. Yet it's solemn too.]
..I miss her a lot. And the place in general. I could go back, yeah, but... the main feelings of "home" is gone.
| She doesn't try to relate. Not out of rudeness or uninterest. She just. . . doesn't understand the feeling as it had been so long. |
And what made it become home? People? The general feeling of it?
[His thumb trails along the peach, his sleeve soaking up the juices.]
...When it first became my home, I had just ran from my home country for.. reasons.
And I didn't really consider Liyue my home for awhile due to grief and adjusting to my new environ.
| It was always hard to tell when she was focused, not distracted. Yet if the other looked. They could see how attenuative she was. |
The beginning. I will hear it all.
Good and bad.
[pulling out his phone, showing her the picture she sent.]
...That used to be my home. So. I got hit with a whirlwind of emotions just... suddenly seeing it.