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ϡ - Chapter TwentySeven; The brief interlude [voice/action] backdated to the 10th

[ It’s been awhile and with everything that’s occurred he had almost forgotten. But it’s September 10th once again. That day…that day Elise passed away and he lost the most important person to him. He’s lost a lot here, been through a lot here. But the memory doesn’t fade, doesn’t heal, and he doesn’t want it to. This is for her and everything she meant to him, everything she still is to him.

So he can’t forget and never will. ]

It’s funny. How…certain things catch up to you. I-I suppose you lose track of time in this place, hm? It’s quite easy to do so, what with no designated unit. It...makes you wonder what other people back home might be doing. Might have been doing in the interim.

Ah! And a belated welcome to all our new arrivals. It's a bit strange, isn't it? But...everyone here is welcoming enough. You'll-you'll come to find that out on your own though. I've met some...very wonderful people here. I hope you can all do the same. Luceti is a trying place at times but we help one another, and it makes things easier.

[ There’s no other transmission after that for awhile. The roomies can hear him walking, pacing actually, in his room before it stops and he opens the door. He’ll go to leave heading to the memory garden. He makes one more voice post before he places a bundle of flowers in one of the open plots. ]

I-I hope it’s not, not too much trouble. I, um, used one of the plots in the g-garden. If, it is…I can move them. [ He has a plot out in the forest anyway. And he’ll actually make his way to the edge of the town sometime later in the afternoon. He’ll return around midday and then hang around town until late at night. He’ll be outside looking up at the stars outside of CH7 humming a rather interesting song to himself. It’s actually a song she wrote for him but it’s not like anyone would know that. Maybe though, just maybe, the love in it will be conferred via his poor attempt at humming it. He also might not be speaking to anyone in particular, actually he's speaking to himself, odd isn't it? But he'll be out back by the boat laying as comfortable as his wings will allow on his back. He'll just be idly tracing the stars with one hand and one eye closed. His journal is beside him and it isn't recording he made sure of that. Still people walking by might hear someone talking to themselves.]

It's rather beautiful out here, Elise. I-I think you would enjoy it. You always were interested in the outdoors. I wish you could be here to see it. [ But it wouldn't be right for him to wish her here. He's not sure she deserves to be here...be with him. Still the idea makes him smile if even just a little bit. ]

((ooc; Pretty much you can meet Helios anywhere he's at today. Afternoon, midday, or nighttime. You don't have to label it if you don't want. Also he might be a bit preoccupied/invested in his thoughts. I suggest sneaking up on him and startling him /shot))

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/If they won't share, hopefully we can at least find out more. Or see more of the world, whatever is past the barrier./ [She turns slightly against the cool fall breeze, such a difference from summer. Two months already, how time flies.]

/Our own stories to leave for those who may come next./

[ Time does fly doesn't it? Especially when one least expects it to. ] I'm hoping for the same. N-Not that I don't mind the village. But there's a whole planet outside of this place, waiting to documented or-or have theirs stories, myths and legends written down. [ He'll draw random symbols in the sand absentmindedly. ]

A record of what we've been through while here. N-Not the most charming reads, I'm sure. But it would be insightful, it always is coming from word of mouth.

/I've barely begun to explore everything, one day, maybe, but I would like to see what else is out there. Do you think there are other isolated villages out there? Villages like ours?/

Perhaps so. Unless the Malnosso are very sure of our abilities. I hate to think that there's more people out there...going through what we are. But we obviously have no way of knowing.

/Not unless something changes. Oh well./

[It's a sobering topic and probably not the best for the night. She shoulders her bag a little more as she smiles over at him.]

/How are you doing? I heard your entry earlier, you sounded a little... I don't know./

Change can happen surprisingly quick. Sometimes it just...sneaks up on you I suppose.

[ No probably not. But it's a good distraction from the rest of the day's muddled and deep thoughts he's been having. ]

Oh! Me? I-I'm all right. Just...just one of those days.

[One of those days. Ginia is personally familiar with all the different types of them and all the fun and introspection they can bring to a person. Her smiles grows a little more understanding.]

/Know those all too well. Want to talk about it or is it none of my business?/

[ Helios is silent for a good minute or two after that question. ]

It was...an important day. [ And he ruined it that night. ]

[There's a lot to be said about important days, good and bad. Ginia gives a small nod, giving him the choice of going on or leaving it at that. She's curious and she cares, but she's begun to learn again to not press some subjects.]

[ He doesn't continue with that train of thought. But he will propose a question to her. ]

Do you think people should be forgiven for their mistakes? [ It's just an honest question. And they've shared their fair share of them in last few months. ] Especially when they ruin something important for someone else.

[Ginia gives the question some good thought. Forgiveness has always been a tricky little thing for her with some things she finds easy to forgive while others will never be forgiven or forgotten.]

/I suppose it really depends on the type of mistakes, but a mistake implies something happened without any intention behind it. So if someone acknowledges they made a mistake and is sincere in seeking forgiveness, then sure. I think the most important part would be they wouldn't do it again./

A mistake that took someone's life. [ He'll look at the ground. ]

What if they don't deserve it? Because the person who died forewarned them beforehand that something might go wrong. [ He still does it but he's just more careful now. ] A-And they still do it, in passing, b-but they're, they're much more careful about it now.

[That does make the situation a little more dire, but it doesn't change the look on Ginia's face. Sadder, perhaps, but no change. Whatever he's thinking about, whatever he's probably done, she's not judging him.

Judging him only means turning the scope on herself actions after all and she knows how well she's damned herself.]

/A harder situation. There's a saying that the road to hell is paved with the best of intentions./

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Best of intentions. [ His tone is somber. ] That is a rather fitting saying sometimes.

[ His intentions were good. Not pure because of what summoning was regarded as, illegal. But he'd never meant for it to turn so bad. For everything to go so...wrong. ]

/Isn't it?/

[Ginia looks a little longer at Helios, expression softening.]

/I don't have an answer because I don't think there is a catch all. But... you are my friend and little will change that, and I think he or she would forgive you and want you to forgive yourself./

[ His shoulders might hunch a little as he watches her sign that. How did she know he was speaking about himself? It was probably so obvious what with the way he was acting. Stupid. Dumping his problems on people again. He doesn't say anything for a while. The only sounds around them being the rustling of leaves and the still remaining chirping of crickets. ] S-Sorry. I-I probably ruined this wonderful night for you. Talking about all these situations and wh-what not.

That, um, w-wasn't my intention. I-I talk too much for my own good sometimes.

[To be fair, with her experience, when it comes to introspection and referring to an actions by a general person or outer friend, that person is usually talking about his or herself. Ginia just went for the guess.

She shakes her head and waves a hand dismissively at him.]

/Stop that, Helios. First and foremost, I'm a friend and I don't mind listening. Secondly, you didn't ruin my night..

Talk all you want./

[ It'll be awhile before Helios ever actually admits it to her though. Only a good few people know about it after all. ]

Th-thank you then. For, ah, l-listening. I-I just don't normally talk about such things is all.

[ Can't really help it though sometimes. ]

[Entirely understandable.]

/What are friends for? And even if you don't, sometimes it's nice to let things out a little./ [Says the person who bottles up everything and ignores it.]

/If you're going to be out here longer, I can bring you some tea?/

Apparently they're for dumping hypothetical incredibly depressing things on people. [ Just a light chuckle. ] I tend to think too much for my own good.

[ Just a sigh and a shrug of his shoulders. His expression brightens juuust a little at that offer. ] Tea. That sounds lovely. I-I could help if you'd like?

/You aren't the only one around./ [One such reason she's glad she can't talk.]

/Only if you want to. It won't take me very long to get a pot going./

[ Speech can be a effective tool in many different ways. It can also be a weakness in all the same ways. ]

Mm. I'll accompany you. It's getting a bit chilly anyway. [ Not that the cold does much to him anymore. But he's going out on a limb and saying it. And as he says that he gets up off the floor and dusts himself off. ]

/All right, if you insist. I have orange spice, peppermint, and green tea. What do you prefer?/

Ah. They all sound so lovely. Green tea would be nice.

/Green tea then. I'm going to have to stock up on tea again soon, you guys keep drinking my tea./ [Teasing, but said with pure affection.]

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