This place is akin to a perverse attempt at replicating an eternal Aetherial Sea, one that is powered by the yet-living energies of those who may yet live. A desperate attempt to hold fast to those who have been lost. Themis would not wish for his memory to remain at the expense of others. He would rather live on in the memories of others, in those he loved, than be extracted and held in this place. He would rather fade in time, and be reborn anew.
He watches as G'raha Tia speaks to Obsidian. As he asks a painful question that any with perception already knows the answer to - but that is just it. If any know the answer to that question, it is G'raha Tia, and if any possess the same answer, it, too, would be him. Through time and space he had traveled, after all, to do such a thing. He knows.
Themis does not have eyes for anyone else now but Obsidian. Unable to help himself, he tries to reach out and hold fast to his hand.
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This place is akin to a perverse attempt at replicating an eternal Aetherial Sea, one that is powered by the yet-living energies of those who may yet live. A desperate attempt to hold fast to those who have been lost. Themis would not wish for his memory to remain at the expense of others. He would rather live on in the memories of others, in those he loved, than be extracted and held in this place. He would rather fade in time, and be reborn anew.
He watches as G'raha Tia speaks to Obsidian. As he asks a painful question that any with perception already knows the answer to - but that is just it. If any know the answer to that question, it is G'raha Tia, and if any possess the same answer, it, too, would be him. Through time and space he had traveled, after all, to do such a thing. He knows.
Themis does not have eyes for anyone else now but Obsidian. Unable to help himself, he tries to reach out and hold fast to his hand.