that is... that's a lot to live through in the span of these moments shared to her through invasive shadows. he's so young, she can't even imagine it so when it's put before her she watches with a quiet terror. nothing good ever happens in these it seems, nothing good happens for children anymore.
and she's right! she's absolutely right, watching.
"record it."
"you cannot interfere."
it's hard to imagine lavi as someone who doesn't have a difficult time doing just that, but at the same time, with age comes some form of ease to the process. her fingers dig tightly into her palms as the memory fades. ]
... Don't think I could have stood by either through all that...
[Lavi scratches his cheek once it ends, feeling both embarrassed and concerned at having to watch someone else experience this. It's so long ago, after all. Even if he does remember it all with perfect clarity.]
I don't think you would have either.
[but the tone of his voice is fond,]
I think you'd have been a little smarter about it though.
[Lavi slips into the memory, in Marina's thoughts and her history and her past, all things Lavi has only heard bits and pieces of before, now spread out in perfect clarity.
He looks at her once it recedes around them, surprise on his expression, and as always -- curiosity, and this time mixed with concern.]
...Did he kill her?
[It's not unheard of, for mothers to do everything within their power to protect their children from the ambitions of those who'd wish to use them -- and after all the places Lavi has been to and people he's met, this singular fact doesn't change the person he's met here --
more importantly, he only feels only worry over the way the memory ended, leaving things unexplained.]
... Yeah. I'm pretty sure. Found out that he ended up fusing himself with the church as well. There wasn't much left to him when we finally reunited.
[ she glances down briefly at her hands, lacing her fingers together a bit. ]
He'd let it consume him, his prayers, his tributes to try and have the gods turn their smiling faces upon him. In the end... he got precisely what he...
Well he got something.
[ her arms fold a bit more tightly against her chest. ]
And he did all that, even though generations did the same thing and didn't get anywhere.
[well. that's not unfamiliar to lavi. faith can be incredibly powerful, for all the wrong reasons. his gaze flicks to Marina's eyes, folded tightly against her chest.]
...I'm sorry about your mother.
[and in some ways, for mari's father too. for maybe the possibility of what could have been, if circumstances had been different.]
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"No matter what, you cannot interfere again."]
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that is... that's a lot to live through in the span of these moments shared to her through invasive shadows. he's so young, she can't even imagine it so when it's put before her she watches with a quiet terror. nothing good ever happens in these it seems, nothing good happens for children anymore.
and she's right! she's absolutely right, watching.
"record it."
"you cannot interfere."
it's hard to imagine lavi as someone who doesn't have a difficult time doing just that, but at the same time, with age comes some form of ease to the process. her fingers dig tightly into her palms as the memory fades. ]
... Don't think I could have stood by either through all that...
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I don't think you would have either.
[but the tone of his voice is fond,]
I think you'd have been a little smarter about it though.
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[ a little laugh as she reaches up to just tousle his hair. surely the nightmare is over -
except a shadow swallows them up, flaring a view of a foggy city - prehevil, where once upon a time a child was born to a dark priest. words echo, soft as it starts: "i've bore you daughter tonight - no son." ]
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He looks at her once it recedes around them, surprise on his expression, and as always -- curiosity, and this time mixed with concern.]
...Did he kill her?
[It's not unheard of, for mothers to do everything within their power to protect their children from the ambitions of those who'd wish to use them -- and after all the places Lavi has been to and people he's met, this singular fact doesn't change the person he's met here --
more importantly, he only feels only worry over the way the memory ended, leaving things unexplained.]
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[ she glances down briefly at her hands, lacing her fingers together a bit. ]
He'd let it consume him, his prayers, his tributes to try and have the gods turn their smiling faces upon him. In the end... he got precisely what he...
Well he got something.
[ her arms fold a bit more tightly against her chest. ]
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And he did all that, even though generations did the same thing and didn't get anywhere.
[well. that's not unfamiliar to lavi. faith can be incredibly powerful, for all the wrong reasons. his gaze flicks to Marina's eyes, folded tightly against her chest.]
...I'm sorry about your mother.
[and in some ways, for mari's father too. for maybe the possibility of what could have been, if circumstances had been different.]