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alectryon / cats / epona
You appear in a near-empty room. But you are not alone—your team is here, and another. Mirrors line the walls on all sides. Reflected in those mirrors are--
Not you.
Flickering in and out of the mirrors are images: flashes of reds, blues, greens; trees and fields and water; faces you know – all of the "reflections" are images of Kyriakos as you know it.
But it seems so far away—covered in a thick layer of grime.
Those of you whose mirrors are in danger of fading away on the outside know instinctively that you can't simply return. At least, not as you are in your current state. Anyone who looks at them will notice that their forms seem somehow insubstantial, almost see-through. More over: you feel emptied of something, something essential. Whatever it is that makes you care, that keeps you tethered to your very existence has weakened—is in fact failing.
Those of you in the room not in danger of losing yourself understand already that you must aid these people in finding both a new source of strength, new, stronger connections – and clearing the way back home.
Not you.
Flickering in and out of the mirrors are images: flashes of reds, blues, greens; trees and fields and water; faces you know – all of the "reflections" are images of Kyriakos as you know it.
But it seems so far away—covered in a thick layer of grime.
Those of you whose mirrors are in danger of fading away on the outside know instinctively that you can't simply return. At least, not as you are in your current state. Anyone who looks at them will notice that their forms seem somehow insubstantial, almost see-through. More over: you feel emptied of something, something essential. Whatever it is that makes you care, that keeps you tethered to your very existence has weakened—is in fact failing.
Those of you in the room not in danger of losing yourself understand already that you must aid these people in finding both a new source of strength, new, stronger connections – and clearing the way back home.
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[ He takes it and sips.
When she drinks his- he attacked his own country! Blowing up valuable weapons- he knows how much that shipment must have been worth, and he'd blown it up and for what? Who is that child, that Bip, that he'd be so concerned for his well being? Why was he in that goddess forsaken country, attacking the men he might have once commanded?
Who is he, if not the officer he remembered being?
And why is he here, if all his presence brings is destruction? Alectryon had been a strong team once, and then he'd arrived, and it had started to fracture, first with his debates with Karasu, and then as people started vanishing, one after another, and only after he'd arrived.
Was this his fault? Was there something he'd done to cause his country to turn against him, that had followed him here? ]
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But it turns out you're just a big ol' dummy after all.
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I beg your pardon?
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Ah, I see. I suppose you would know.
[ Nothing in the tone of his voice or his stance imply anything other than his total compliance- and yet. ]
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Alectryon didn't fall because of you. If anything, you and Yukiren have been holding it together, even when you kept losing people. I dunno what's up with your memories, but there's no way you're wrecking everything just by being you.
Besides-- Ms. Carousel and Yukiren, they believe in you, don't they?
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Still, he lets out a short huff of a laugh, a small smile briefly crossing his lips ]
I suppose I have been, haven't I? It is hardly as though I remember enough of my home to draw conclusions. And besides, although Alectryon is waning now, we will bring her back into her full glory.
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Exactly. So you can knock that off right now!
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