This section of Living Memory is still lit and full of deceptive life, citizens milling about and enjoying themselves. Living Memory doesn't smell like anything, doesn't taste like anything. It just is, and all of it uncomfortable. A reminder of what Obsidian himself had once attempted what feels like long ago, so privately.
Obsidian settles into the gondola across from G'raha Tia, and somehow Elidibus manages to be in the boat with them as well, even if Obsidian doesn't react to him right away.
It is a beautiful sight to see, this part of Living Memory. Even if it still unsettles him to his core, there is something bittersweet about seeing the couple he helped reunite waving to him. With a faint smile, Obsidian raises a hand while G'raha waves on fully.
"Do you remember what I said to you before all this?" G'raha asks softly, lowering his arm before looking at Obsidian. "That life is a series of journeys. That you must be true to yourself, for indeed, there's no telling what awaits."
He remembers. Of course he does. Obsidian puts forth everything in trying to remember what his beloved friends say to him.
Glancing to the golden colors of the digital horizon, G'raha continues, "I don't know about you, but I certainly didn't expect to behold such sights. The future is as fluid as the water beneath us, truly." The smile fades. "Tell me, my friend. Have you ever wished to be reunited with someone who passed away?"
Of course he does. He still does. After all this time, to the point that it was so painful that his soul stone broke in two. That the grief he created looked like a meld of Ysayle and Haurchefant. That the being he made tried to do the very thing that Sphene is doing now. But the words don't rise to Obsidian's throat; instead, he looks tense, unable to answer.
Everyone thinks so highly of him. Everyone thinks he could do no wrong. How could he say it? And to know how much he, alas, relates to Sphene so much?
He says nothing, as he usually does, simply listening. Unable to share the burden of his heart and soul.
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Obsidian settles into the gondola across from G'raha Tia, and somehow Elidibus manages to be in the boat with them as well, even if Obsidian doesn't react to him right away.
It is a beautiful sight to see, this part of Living Memory. Even if it still unsettles him to his core, there is something bittersweet about seeing the couple he helped reunite waving to him. With a faint smile, Obsidian raises a hand while G'raha waves on fully.
"Do you remember what I said to you before all this?" G'raha asks softly, lowering his arm before looking at Obsidian. "That life is a series of journeys. That you must be true to yourself, for indeed, there's no telling what awaits."
He remembers. Of course he does. Obsidian puts forth everything in trying to remember what his beloved friends say to him.
Glancing to the golden colors of the digital horizon, G'raha continues, "I don't know about you, but I certainly didn't expect to behold such sights. The future is as fluid as the water beneath us, truly." The smile fades. "Tell me, my friend. Have you ever wished to be reunited with someone who passed away?"
Of course he does. He still does. After all this time, to the point that it was so painful that his soul stone broke in two. That the grief he created looked like a meld of Ysayle and Haurchefant. That the being he made tried to do the very thing that Sphene is doing now. But the words don't rise to Obsidian's throat; instead, he looks tense, unable to answer.
Everyone thinks so highly of him. Everyone thinks he could do no wrong. How could he say it? And to know how much he, alas, relates to Sphene so much?
He says nothing, as he usually does, simply listening. Unable to share the burden of his heart and soul.