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Even if I grew fond of others here, do you really think they would alleviate loneliness in the same way as your presence?

Oh, please. Of course not. But I'll not have you moping in your room should I taken away for a leave of absence.

Fretting over me?

Simply some friendly advice. Take it or leave it as you will.

[Putting a hand on his shoulder.]

You did ask that I trust that you will take care of yourself, and I mean to keep my word. Fussing kept to a minimum as long as you hold the regimen.

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Mm. But you still worry. So, me making friends, that's what you want? I am keeping an open mind. But I am not so friendly as you.

Perhaps a fault. But one I am not aiming to remedy. Still, I will try to enjoy the company of others. It does seem to make you happy enough.

[He laughs at him. He can't help it.]

Lahabrea, you old fool. Is it not obvious what I want? Your happiness. If separating yourself from the rest of this place provides you that, then so be it.

Tinker and learn to you heart's content if it pleases you. But this is not a shard though it may seem so.

[no bully?!]

....

[Wow he's a little embarrassed, putting a hand over his face and only looking at Emet from the corner of his eyes with a grumble.]

Perhaps it is just you who worries too much. Pursuing happiness... Hm.

This right now makes me happy. I will consider your suggestions.

[Putting an arm around his shoulder with an expressive gesture.]

'Tis been an age since we have paired up, has it not? The fall of Dalamund does not count. I could hardly afford a visit from you as I was preparing the various Legions.

We were both busy. And i am never social.

[He moves from hand over his face to chin in his hand, being leaned on.]

....

[Just looking thoughtful and spaced out.]

[He doesn't break the silence but he does rub his shoulder idly, tugging and soothing at Lahabrea's aether much like one would pet cat.]

... Really. You.

[He wiggles his arm out from Emet's lean and lifts it to put on top of Emet's head, ruffling his hair and resting there.]

[Can one give a mirthful sigh? Well he does give it an attempt.]

Mortal vessels are such tiresome business.

Exceptionally so. You would think we'd be used to them.

Then you won't mind.

[He continues to gently trace his aether.]

Do as you wish.

[He's closing his eyes, chin sinking back into his hand.]

[Quite a few moments pass before he speaks up.]

Is it dull to you? When you look around. The colors. When you aren't here in Amaurot?

[He opens his eyes, looking at the street in front of them, the distant buildings.]

As you know, I don't see as you do. But there is... It is like the thin air at the edge of the atmosphere. The way the aether is stretched makes me feel as if I might suffocate.

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[He only hums in agreement.]

It's dull. Lifeless. Colorless.

There is an unbalance. One does not have to be able to feel or see the aether to realize that. Though it is different from the Thirteenth.

Mm. It weighs like a stone. It is hard to imagine living in it and feeling as if that is how things should be, not noticing every moment how wrong it is. But such are the creatures that inhabit those shards.

I suppose I would liken it to walking in a half-real world inhabited by ghosts. I cannot see the wrongness as you do, but it crawls across my skin even so.

She is like a parasite. Each shard made a husk to sate her. I can only imagine what it looks like to your eyes, such lifeless worlds.

[Wrapping a strand of Lahabrea's aether more tightly around his fingers not taking his eyes off it as he speaks.]

Zodiark was given life with a will to save, to protect, to turn back the tides of ill fortune that befell our star. Hydaelyn's was to envenerate, to weaken. With such a wish, such a will there is naught She can do but bring ruin to all around Her.

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[He glances at Emet-Selch. Adjusts the way his head is in his hand to keep looking at him, just at him now.]

What is it on your mind, my friend?

Idle thoughts. One that haven't been given true from. At least, not yet.

As for the rest, I'm just admiring the color.

Do tell me when they form. Or talk them out if you wish.

[He snorts a little, but not derisively.]

It must be nice to see in color again. Like opening your eyes to the world after many years of dimmed sight?

Yes, dimmed it was. Though I could always see your color and Elidibus, bright as it ever was. Now...

[Letting their aether mix together ever so slightly.]

...'tis nothing but a dull, lifeless thing.

Hm.

[He lifts his hand, putting it over Emet's, letting his aether mingle without obstruction.]

I cannot imagine losing your Sight. But I do understand, missing the sense of the world around me is... Unsettling to say the least. More than unpleasant. I assumed that was why you were so fond of this dream. Among other things.

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