It's not your fault. [ She echoes, placing another kiss on the side of his cheek.
She's gladly listen to him say it as many times as he needs. The crystal imposing memories on him, the gods and crystal deciding that it is necessary for such a force to overwhelm him, to-- to manipulate him... it is infuriating. None of that is his fault, especially since he's only done all as has been asked of him.
Just because he still lives, and has lived in relative comfort, doesn't mean that he should have the weight of others' tragedy push him to suffer. He can empathize enough with others' suffering, but turning that into guilt to coax him is where the line is crossed. ]
You know... I wonder. [ When some moments have passed, she dares to speak again. ] For the memories you have seen in the past, of those who passed... [ She thinks of the silhouette of the oracle collapsing. ] Would they want their memory of them to... be used in a way that causes you this pain?
[ Her tone is doubtful, but gentle, attempting to encourage him to explore the manipulation behind it-- and the insult it is, to use such tragic memories of others to do so. ]
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She's gladly listen to him say it as many times as he needs. The crystal imposing memories on him, the gods and crystal deciding that it is necessary for such a force to overwhelm him, to-- to manipulate him... it is infuriating. None of that is his fault, especially since he's only done all as has been asked of him.
Just because he still lives, and has lived in relative comfort, doesn't mean that he should have the weight of others' tragedy push him to suffer. He can empathize enough with others' suffering, but turning that into guilt to coax him is where the line is crossed. ]
You know... I wonder. [ When some moments have passed, she dares to speak again. ] For the memories you have seen in the past, of those who passed... [ She thinks of the silhouette of the oracle collapsing. ] Would they want their memory of them to... be used in a way that causes you this pain?
[ Her tone is doubtful, but gentle, attempting to encourage him to explore the manipulation behind it-- and the insult it is, to use such tragic memories of others to do so. ]