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[ That person nearby... perhaps it's because of the aura of rot, but they do not seem friendly. But there's a familiar voice - as the weight of Minfilia seems to be... gone. ]

...shall only be but a moment.

[fngh. That's- not good, and then Minfilia's gone- He's struggling to get properly awake, worried and frowning. He knows that voice, but mixed with that- it doesn't quite make sense.

(Though- didn't one of the others say-?)]

A short one, I hope.

[…good, his eyes are cooperating now, and he's upright. Where are they…?]

[ They're in the bedroom - Minfilia tucked in, and Urianger... carrying Thancred, seeming to let him float casually as he talks, quietly - as not to awaken Minfilia. ]

I'd not have it any other way - I'd not heard another had come.

[well- seeing that she's tucked in alleviates much of his worry. Although- this is definitely a new experience, and he shifts, trying to see how much he can move ~~sorry Urianger~~.]

I believe I arrived at a rather busy time for you.

Ah-- yes. Though I cannot seem to return to what I was doing.

[ damnit miscarlet. now he's worrying about k'pan and the others. But Thancred will find he can move around as if he's flying, there's just no gravity on him - as Urianger looks rather uncomfy. ]

[That's interesting- and fun- though it looks as though he's testing Urianger's limits, too. He settles, in a seated position, leaning forward to watch Urianger.]

No? That's… well, I'd thought it would be good to meet but not quite… this.

When dealing with a Child of the Gods, there is not much which can be protested, else they will throw tantrums.

[ alas. But even as he continues to use his powers, he seems to... well, he's still wound up, but he's no longer having to support Minfilia either. She's been made comfortable, and he approaches Thancred cautiously. He doesn't wanna get hit. ]

But it is a pleasure, Thancred...? [ Does he use that name ]

[dryly] A bigger problem with that much power. [because he does have it, after all.

Thancred… stays relatively at ease- not totally comfortable, given the aura around him, but he doesn't feel the need to be overly wary. He nods.]

It is. You're- still using Urianger, I take it? It's… strange to think about using anything else, but… [if there's doubles around- well, it's going to be confusing.]

[ Oh, the stories he would tell, if he felt he had the right. But it looks like you got him to smirk, if only a little.

Softly, Urianger nods. ] That I do - it is the name I was given by those who cared for me. But if you require another moniker to call me, then I suppose you can use Nabriales - for it seems only I held that life. [ He seems to flinch at himself using that name, though, sort of. Wringing his hands. A pause, before: ]

...Would you rather... sit then hover?

[a job well done!

Thancred winces a little as well- he'll pass.] No, I'm sure we'll manage with Urianger. I'm sure we'll find a way to distinguish you when we need to.

[he nods] Not that I mind this, but… It'd be nice.

[ And gently, Urianger lets Thancred down - slowly letting gravity back on for him, before he shook his head. ]

...I mean no harm, with what I carry within my heart and body both. I know it may take time to understand.

[ A beat. ]

I... think I am the only Urianger who carries an Eternity Ring gently on his finger.

[that's a unique experience, but it's not bad. Just odd. He's a little cautious on his feet, but- everything seems fine.]

It… will take some adjusting, I think. [but he's more relaxed now that he would have been otherwise.

There's a blink, and then he reaches out- going to try and have a look, grinning.]

Really? Congratulations! Who's the lucky person? [there being an obvious contender, of course, but, well.]

[ Urianger offers out his hand, and-- wow. That's a rather impressive, if not small, gem. Even under his goggles, his eyes seem to be shining so brilliantly - proud ascian man. ]

It could be none other then my dear lady, Moenbryda. Even if death parting us is impossible, the vows undertaken are a sign that even one such as I can love.

...But take as long as you need, Thancred. Those who have known of my state for years are still... adjusting. [ This is why he kept it secret, after all. ]

[very nice, and he makes a small impressed sound.]

Of course. [he glances up for a moment- squeezes Urianger's hand, briefly, both to reassure him and see how Urianger's hand feels.] Hah- well, there's few feelings more powerful.

[a nod, and he drops Urianger's hand.]

It's… something to adjust to. You don't seem so different, though.

[ His hand... though his skin looks like flesh, his skin feels slightly aether-charged, even at rest. A little like static. (It's only like this when he's nervous.) ] And yet, even our dear mentor said he did not know if I could feel love. Would that he was here to see this... would he be proud?

[ He's never seen one from another world here. Is that... a point he'll never see? But, at the second bit, his ears twitch. ]

...Truly? I know not of the Urianger of your world, but-- he is Elezen, yes? [ he has to make sure ]

[That's… hm. Different, certainly- something like what he might have expected. It doesn't feel bad, at least- if not absolutely what he'd hoped for.]

Well- it's not something many people had the chance to study very closely. [he hesitates, hands dropping. He doens't know- there isn't any way to, he thinks… but.] … I'd like to think- he would be. […urianger was, after all… very precious to him.

He nods.] Right.

Far too common, for... Augurelt to be Elezen. [ He said, quietly. ] Ah-- Minfilia has informed you of the state of our world, yes?

[ A beat. ]

...There are some we have not found in a state stable enough to remain here. Our dear mentor is one of those.

Hm. More than coincidence, then? [he nods] There are… people from all kinds of places. Yes?

Ah. [he pauses for a moment- he hadn't thought…]

That's… that's a shame. […gods. he doesn't know- what would he even say if he saw Louisoix again?]

A natural state, more like. It makes me wonder - though the Th'ancred of this land is Miqo'te, many who arrive are Hyur. Or Hyur-born. [ It makes you think. But, he adds a nod. ] From many lands not the Source, and yet fighting to protect it.

[ ...He doesn't know what he'd tell him, either. What he'd say. But at the same time, he's seen so many people coming back here - wringing his hands again, he softly looked to Minfilia. ] ...I want to save them all. Many of us do. Even if it brings us to the edge of light and darkness both. [ A pause. ] Perhaps I can make up for my kind.

Some sort of… main image, as it were? If there are so many of us that way inclined… [it's interesting.] It's a good thing.

[he listens, and nods, glancing at Minfilia. It's not what he would have expected to hear, but… it's good.] I'm glad to hear that- gladder than I'd have imagined. The very edge?

[he raises an eyebrow, thoughtful.] You'd want to do that?

[ A nod - his thoughts exactly. Perhaps connected to the Source, but he doesn't voice that - how can he explain the Source? That they might simply be mirrors of another world? ]

Preventing the deaths of some may be seen as cruel - those who are seen as evil. But even then, who are we to decide who is to live nor die? ...Though I've not told others of that. [ He admits, after a beat. ]

As the Scions fight for their God, as do the Ascians. The goals are opposed. To them, we are the ones incomprehensible. [ Even to him, he would admit. But he's smiling a little. ] If I can prove that our darkness is not the true threat, even to but a few, I... would be glad.

Everyone deserves life… It's a noble cause. [Whether it's a call that should be made… He'll leave that alone, for now.]

I suppose we are- as strange to think as it is. [and… he pauses, before nodding.] It… would be tricky, but I'd imagine you could.

I am glad you agree - if there are any we can rescue, then that is what I wish to dedicate my life to.

[ And he'll let that thought linger, as he seems to be relaxing a little - Thancred would also be able to feel that the aura of darkness has faded a little. ] I know Lahabrea harmed us all. And not just him, but other Ascian besides - fighting to bring on chaos comprehensible by different minds then yours.

But... I do still desire Zodiark to awaken. I know that name is unfamiliar, except in ancient tomes.

We could hardly do anything else. Though I wonder, now… what might we be saving them from?

[That actually… feels better. Although Lahabrea's not his favourite topic, either.] Hm. A bit of an outlier, then?

Their… that god. Isn't it? [some thoughts transferred, after all, and- he doesn't like it. But better to keep whatever little pieces of knowledge that seem helpful, he supposes…] For the sake of keeping the world from tipping too far?

Deaths predestined, though the story many of us seem to share. In many worlds, my dearest Moenbryda passes on - as do many others.

[ He'll save them. But then he nods a little, a little embarrassed. That is what Zodiark is, ] yes. Long before the time of Men, He was one with Mother. I do not know what happened. [ He lies, as he moves a little closer. ] But if the scales are tipped to Him - or Her - that is what causes the disasters which have befallen many.

[ oh no you've gotten urianger Talking, as he looks to Minfilia as he talks. ]

If a Land is pure Darkness, it falls to Void. If it is pure Light, nothing can survive, for there is only Light. And if it holds neither... beings live, but lose what it is which makes us live. At least, in theory - beings such as that are thought to be void of emotion and drive both. [ even if he just saw one ]

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