[His fingers curl at that, twining together with hers. His voice is quiet when he responds.]
Nothing... that's what makes it so hard. They had to give and give until there was nothing left. It's what the god wants. It's what the world needs. It's why Luna... it's why I...
[He trails off at that, watching another shadow of an Oracle struggle, dropping to their knees, clutching something close to their chest. Long hair billows in an unseen wind, and when they fall, this time, they do not get up again. He recognizes the moment for what it is, even with the details missing, even though he'd been unconscious at the time. The memory is complete now, because the world itself had witnessed the fall of its last Oracle. Luna had held him that day, protecting him, until she died.
He watches the figure - no, the body - for a long moment, and his hand tightens as the final pieces slide into place, like the world's most unpleasant and unbreakable finger trap. His hands are tied now, and there's no going back. The soul of the star resonates with his own and he knows its intent, desperate and unwielding.]
I... get it. I know why they did this to me.
[And he can truly think of it that way now, can't he? Whoever "they" might be, ultimately. Bahamut, the rest of the Six, the Crystal itself. This wasn't a gift bestowed onto him, that it might help him later. There's no mystery to be solved on what he should use this information for. Like a chain around his neck, dragging him towards the gallows, a forced burden that took away even the illusion of choice. It's guilt.
He has no idea how he's meant to feel about this, but what he does feel is pretty wretched.]
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Nothing... that's what makes it so hard. They had to give and give until there was nothing left. It's what the god wants. It's what the world needs. It's why Luna... it's why I...
[He trails off at that, watching another shadow of an Oracle struggle, dropping to their knees, clutching something close to their chest. Long hair billows in an unseen wind, and when they fall, this time, they do not get up again. He recognizes the moment for what it is, even with the details missing, even though he'd been unconscious at the time. The memory is complete now, because the world itself had witnessed the fall of its last Oracle. Luna had held him that day, protecting him, until she died.
He watches the figure - no, the body - for a long moment, and his hand tightens as the final pieces slide into place, like the world's most unpleasant and unbreakable finger trap. His hands are tied now, and there's no going back. The soul of the star resonates with his own and he knows its intent, desperate and unwielding.]
I... get it. I know why they did this to me.
[And he can truly think of it that way now, can't he? Whoever "they" might be, ultimately. Bahamut, the rest of the Six, the Crystal itself. This wasn't a gift bestowed onto him, that it might help him later. There's no mystery to be solved on what he should use this information for. Like a chain around his neck, dragging him towards the gallows, a forced burden that took away even the illusion of choice. It's guilt.
He has no idea how he's meant to feel about this, but what he does feel is pretty wretched.]