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tushanshu_ooc2016-11-21 06:23 pm
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When I was drawn here, I was twenty-three, and I had just seen the Great Seed germinated.
[She doesn't mind telling Kratos that much. After all, it's something he was working towards as well, wasn't it? One of them will have to provide a reference point eventually.]
It's been more than three years since then, for me.
[At Kratos' last question, she shakes her head.]
No. Memories... we don't retain those, when we're returned home.
[She realizes she's fidgeting with the ring and stops, quickening her pace after the child instead.]
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[Three years then, out of time -- without much prospect in retaining those years. It isn't an optimal situation, and Kratos can't help but have his attention drawn by Raine's fiddling with that ring. It seems to him to be not much different to how he'd kept reaching for the locket to make sure it was still there, after Anna had died.
[For that, Kratos doesn't ask.]
I'm from a point after you, then. I've left Aselia on Derris-Kharlan, to guide the remaining angels in their redemption.
[He's hopeful that some decades exploring space might help return some sense of emotion, or passion, combined with some other treatments.]
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You-- left?
[Somehow she wasn't expecting it; but as she considers it she can make some sense of it. Those angels would still exist, and Mithos -- Cruxis -- was responsible for their existence. Kratos has, after all, a sense of duty.]
...I see. How much later? Did Lloyd understand?
[Despite Raine's resolution not to get into this until they are in private, and not trailing a kedan child to heal a complete stranger, she finds she is curious, and natural instinct overrules sense. In a moment she shakes her head.]
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[Kratos, for his part, is still apparently focussed on following the child and navigating the unfamiliar streets, taking in his surroundings. He's not opposed to discussing things now, for perhaps opposing reasons; he's too used to forever holding off. It's something he's trying to work on.
[Besides, talking while walking keeps him from thinking too hard about the subject of conversation, and the pang of regret and homesickness he's been steadily ignoring since Derris-Kharlan left Aselia's orbit.]
Yes. He wanted to take his own journey to collect all the exspheres in Aselia, but we have -- had -- stores of exspheres on Derris-Kharlan, and someone needed to be sent there to attend to them before it broke outer orbit. I ... told him I would send them into space.
[That's what he'd said; but Kratos had destroyed them. Lloyd's too young to understand the burden of living without an end in sight, and if there was any chance a soul might still exist in those exspheres, Kratos wasn't going to make them suffer further. It hadn't been a lie, precisely. He did send them into space ... into a sun. It was the worthiest funeral pyre Kratos could imagine, for the suffering the exsphere souls had endured.]
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[It's something. Raine can't discount the value of even a little time.]
I see.
...A few weeks isn't the greatest misalignment. There have been people here some years removed from each other.
[It's a little strange that it's Kratos, of everyone, but at least he's from a point where Raine can be sure of him.]
Do you ever plan to return? Can you?
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[This, with some trademark faint amusement, accompanied by a head-tip at the fact that Raine even feels the need to ask.]
Even in orbit, it would eventually circle close enough to Aselia to use the warp. But Mithos was piloting it directly -- we've taken back control, and can return at any time. We did manage to moor it to Aselia the first time, remember.
[The difficulty had been getting to Derris-Kharlan before it was too far away to retrieve; and that was why the situation had been slightly urgent. A few weeks had been the most Kratos could spare, even with the engines turned off after Mithos's defeat, even with that unique gravitational force of new mana which had very nearly brought it back to earth. Inertia existed even in space.]
Besides, I promised I'd bring him some minerals from other worlds.
[This is tacked on at the end, as if it's the most important reason for him to return at all, and not just because Aselia is his home.]
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That's true.
--you did? I'm sure he'll appreciate that.
[She has to suppress a laugh, because it is such a deeply Lloyd thing. Something practical, which gives his father an even better reason to return. And Raine will admit she's curious as well.]
...It sounds like things will be all right. That's a relief, even if I'm liable to forget the reassurance.
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[Since Kratos had given him Flamberge, and all. Kratos could use other swords, of course; but Flamberge had also been forged of a metal from space. The thought of such equipment becoming a family trait is oddly pleasing, especially if forged within the family.]
It will continue to be a reassurance up until that point.
[Sometimes, the end makes the time before it all the more precious. That thought does make Kratos look at Raine sidelong, eyeing the ring on her finger, and wonder; but the child calls out before them, standing on the stoop of a door.]
In 'ere.
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[She catches the look Kratos gives her and isn't sure what to say to it. It seems like it deserves some response; but before she can formulate anything, they're interrupted by the initial purpose of their sidetracking. Raine nods to Kratos, and quickens her pace toward the door the child is waiting at.]
All right. Can you tell us what the problem is?
[It's also a very neat way to skirt talking about anything heavier. For now.]