[The first voice to reach his ears is one that holds the true ring of compassion, and it twists the knife of loss embedded in his chest.]
Lucrecia- Dr. Crescent. She's- well, her room is empty...
[He almost couldn't get that out as memories of his short time spent with her rip through is brain with searing clarity. That first night they met when she'd spoken to him of his father and of Chaos and he had kissed her, that night on the beach when she had produced fire and the way her eyes had lit up nearly as bright as the flame. He grits his teeth and fights back a cry. He had had a second chance, and he had blown it by huring her again. He makes a fist and shoves his elbow back into the wall, denting it.
He takes a moment to take several deep, steadying breaths so that he could focus on the young man's voice once more. He didn't recognize this voice. It must be someone that he had yet to meet.]Thank you. One can only hope that she's in a place where she'll find peace. I just- I just want to talk to her one last time
( ... )
[Hearing those words spoken: 'Lucrecia is gone now' seems to bring the reality home to him, leaving him drained. Hope is such a fickle creature. How he wished he could speak with her again should he leave this place, but to be returned to his 'when' he knew that that chance would be well and truly beyond his reach. He had had his chance, and he had thrown it away.]
I admire your faith. [he chuckles softly, smiling gently] You remind me of one of my friends. She has your kind of faith, though perhaps not quite as... passionate as your own. I hope you're right.
[He is quiet. The young man's voice is soothing, calming, and he's grateful for that, and surprised that he wishes to hear him speak more.]
I do, but sometimes speaking of such things to people who know you can be difficult. The condolences... lacking a believability because they only want to see you stop hurting. What is your name young man? Who are you?
[And they do help, he realizes. The young man's- Firion's- words were spoken with a quiet confidence that might suggest that he had gone through much the same kind of loss as he himself was now experiencing.]
Thank you, Firion. [He says softly] They help. Perhaps more than you know.
[He cannot give voice to just how meaningful it is to have someone to speak to who might understand even a fraction of what he was feeling. A kind of camaraderie forged by loss that is unique to the bereft.]
You have a strong soul if you can keep that faith in a world where humans can do such unspeakable things to each other... or a world that unites you with those you thought dead only to have them ripped away once again.
[He smiles in the darkness, small but genuine]
You most certainly can, and I shall gladly give it. My name is Vincent. Vincent Valentine. I don't- know how long you have been here, but you may have known a... somewhat younger version of myself, as apparently I have been here before. It is- a pleasure to meet you, Firion,
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[He just sits in silence for a while in Lucrecia's gloomily lit, abandoned room, listening to Firion speak. He is struck by how unique this man is, a shining jewel in the tarnished and rusted remains of the world.
He can't help but smile. This kid's hero material, he thinks. It's an out of place thought really, given the current subject matter, but sometimes the mind works on it's own. But how much can such a soul take? he thinks Before it breaks? Before the dream is finally crushed and despair robs him of hope and makes a mockery of his faith?He realizes that if Firion should fall, should weaken and stray even a little from his path enough to let despair get a hold of him, it would be tragic, and he surprises himself by coming to the conclusion that that was not acceptable. And that unacceptable possibility frightens him. It would mean that hope itself was abandoning them all when they needed it most. It also makes him want to keep that from happening, even if it meant taking all of the world's violence, anger and sorrow
( ... )
[He smiles and lightly touches the screen of the mognet. He never thought he would meet so many unique people and actually have them appear to care for him. He is deeply moved.]
I will try, Firion.
[He almost says 'thank you' again, but stops before he could utter the words. Firion knew he was grateful and besides, there comes a time when words lose their meaning if spoken too much. Instead he offers:]
And I extend the same to you. If you ever need someone to talk to, please allow me that honor. [His lips twitch up in a wider grin before he finishes with]
Have a restful evening, Firion. You have made a friend here today.
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Lucrecia- Dr. Crescent. She's- well, her room is empty...
[He almost couldn't get that out as memories of his short time spent with her rip through is brain with searing clarity. That first night they met when she'd spoken to him of his father and of Chaos and he had kissed her, that night on the beach when she had produced fire and the way her eyes had lit up nearly as bright as the flame. He grits his teeth and fights back a cry. He had had a second chance, and he had blown it by huring her again. He makes a fist and shoves his elbow back into the wall, denting it.
He takes a moment to take several deep, steadying breaths so that he could focus on the young man's voice once more. He didn't recognize this voice. It must be someone that he had yet to meet.]Thank you. One can only hope that she's in a place where she'll find peace. I just- I just want to talk to her one last time ( ... )
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I admire your faith. [he chuckles softly, smiling gently] You remind me of one of my friends. She has your kind of faith, though perhaps not quite as... passionate as your own. I hope you're right.
[He is quiet. The young man's voice is soothing, calming, and he's grateful for that, and surprised that he wishes to hear him speak more.]
I do, but sometimes speaking of such things to people who know you can be difficult. The condolences... lacking a believability because they only want to see you stop hurting. What is your name young man? Who are you?
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Thank you, Firion. [He says softly] They help. Perhaps more than you know.
[He cannot give voice to just how meaningful it is to have someone to speak to who might understand even a fraction of what he was feeling. A kind of camaraderie forged by loss that is unique to the bereft.]
You have a strong soul if you can keep that faith in a world where humans can do such unspeakable things to each other... or a world that unites you with those you thought dead only to have them ripped away once again.
[He smiles in the darkness, small but genuine]
You most certainly can, and I shall gladly give it. My name is Vincent. Vincent Valentine. I don't- know how long you have been here, but you may have known a... somewhat younger version of myself, as apparently I have been here before. It is- a pleasure to meet you, Firion, ( ... )
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He can't help but smile. This kid's hero material, he thinks. It's an out of place thought really, given the current subject matter, but sometimes the mind works on it's own. But how much can such a soul take? he thinks Before it breaks? Before the dream is finally crushed and despair robs him of hope and makes a mockery of his faith?He realizes that if Firion should fall, should weaken and stray even a little from his path enough to let despair get a hold of him, it would be tragic, and he surprises himself by coming to the conclusion that that was not acceptable. And that unacceptable possibility frightens him. It would mean that hope itself was abandoning them all when they needed it most. It also makes him want to keep that from happening, even if it meant taking all of the world's violence, anger and sorrow ( ... )
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I will try, Firion.
[He almost says 'thank you' again, but stops before he could utter the words. Firion knew he was grateful and besides, there comes a time when words lose their meaning if spoken too much. Instead he offers:]
And I extend the same to you. If you ever need someone to talk to, please allow me that honor. [His lips twitch up in a wider grin before he finishes with]
Have a restful evening, Firion. You have made a friend here today.
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