It's a little awkward. His knees still don't work right, and touch alone is strange, but it will be endured. Must be endured, or else. It could be worse. The change in temperament as soon as there is a public to see is no surprise, nor is it surprising that there's no actual emotion attached to the act. He felt nothing he'd displayed while running around as Thancred, after all, and Elidibus was less prone to feeling ... anything at all.
But he doesn't play along; such friendliness and humor simply wasn't necessary. There's an acknowledging nod to Liam, who beams at the pair, apparently quite pleased with himself. "He is still our ally, for all that he seems to want a .. 'vacation'." The reminder isn't ungentle. "We have the same goals, the same God. Preparedness is not harmful, but it is best to not cause the very problem that is feared. He cannot pick the Warrior of Light over his own kind, it is impossible." Tempering would see to that. They simply couldn't deviate. Never would. This temporary inconvenience was just that.
But being prepared for a scuffle or two wasn't likely a bad idea, at least until said Warrior of Light finally died. "Mayhap we simply need to reassure him that he may take his ... mechanical companion with him back to the Source or wherever else he seeks to go."
Keep his pet! And stop being an idiot! That will surely work. Zodiark didn't care much for what species someone was, after all.. so long as they were loyal.
Settling, seeing to set order to his thoughts, Elidibus is still aware. And remembers Lahabrea's own faltering gait as the two move forward. Without a word, the lean of his body shifts to something more supportive. Subtle or maybe not to Liam's watching eyes. But the Witch boy can assume and now the two Ascians can seem to walk steadily out into the night.
Vacation. Rest. Yes, Emet-Selch had been settling in to sleep for a while after his stint as Solus zos Galvus. Before Elidibus arrived and informed him of the news that Lahabrea was gone. Emet-Selch had gone to do his duty rather than settle into a century or two of slumber. Perhaps he is due this rest. Perhaps.
The good cheer does fade from Elidibus' voice when next he speaks, but he does not switch back to his own. "Even if he sought reconciliation in some form, as we are, so too is the Warrior of Light in this world. It may well be possible now, to bring her into the fold ere she returns to bask in Hydaelyn's graces." Would that not be a fitting symbol? To wrest the Goddess' champion out of her clutches and into the embrace of Lord Zodiark?
His recovery seems fairly quick, though still he remains silently in support of Lahabrea's gait, for as long as it takes the Ascian to notice and pull away. "In such pursuits, mayhap her Bond with Emet-Selch will prove useful. Though I imagine for now, each are keeping the other in check." But just one little tipping of the scales between their aether...
Elidibus does, for now, note the nagging unease these thoughts bring. Not for the sanctity of the Bond being abused. By why hadn't Emet-Selch's fully whole self not already overwhelmed the Warrior of Light's. But it will not be voiced. Not until he finds out more.
Perhaps Emet-Selch simply keeps the full force of his aether from overwhelming the Bond. Perhaps it is another of this Star's seals. Sigh. So much to be done.
"There is much to learn, Lahabrea. I hope you are prepared."
From anyone else that would have been an order. From Elidibus, it is interchangeable with the question, 'You will... help me, right?'
"I have already made such an offer, but it has been rejected." Of course, it did come from Lahabrea - who is not exactly known for his tact, diplomacy or kindness. It is something that very obviously would be best coming from someone else, but that he'd even made an effort at it was suggestive of a similar thought process. "In one breath she speaks of wishing to know our ways and origins, and in the next takes our greatest hurts and wields them deliberately as weapons. Unfortunately for her efforts she seems to only know what causes Emet-Selch distress, I remain untouched by such attempts."
And there's a grim certainty to that. The loss of Amaurot was indeed wretchedly sad but he didn't dwell on it quite as much as their missing third - his distress lay elsewhere and he wasn't about to share it with an enemy.
"Mayhap you will have greater luck, though I presume she'll be less willing to listen once she finds your mortal guise is just that." But Elidibus had a way with finding a common ground even with opponents with which to work with, Lahabrea .. did not. Grand speeches and the delicate pathways of diplomacy were vastly different things.
Patience would possibly pay off, and if not well, she'll die eventually.
That too was patience, he supposed.
"...In as much as I am capable of, yes." He could do no less. "For all that it may ultimately prove useless. We have aught else here but each other."
"Hm. As influenced by her limited understanding as the Warrior of Light no doubt is," Elidibus answers. He seems to simply be willing to call these unfamiliar variations with the same title and same context. It shouldn't matter. "I see little reason to believe she would receive such offers well from any Ascian. Even Emet-Selch." The one she seems closest to.
"I suppose I can muster an effort and speak with her." It seems even Elidibus had become tired of speaking to the Warrior of Light, by his time. To call his duty an effort. But do his duty he will, regardless of how he feels about it. Now there is hope, with Lahabrea and Emet-Selch with him.
In the wake of Lahabrea's agreement there is another brief piece of emotion: relief. Elidibus is not alone. "Indeed."
And it's become time to carefully disengage completely, giving Lahabrea his agency to walk on his own, taking away that awkward sense of physical contact being foreign and also comforting at the same time. Should nothing else warrant conversation, he'll be content to walk in silence until they reach the privacy of Lahabrea's home.
There are after all, more matters to see to tonight.
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Date: 2021-01-18 11:33 am (UTC)But he doesn't play along; such friendliness and humor simply wasn't necessary. There's an acknowledging nod to Liam, who beams at the pair, apparently quite pleased with himself. "He is still our ally, for all that he seems to want a .. 'vacation'." The reminder isn't ungentle. "We have the same goals, the same God. Preparedness is not harmful, but it is best to not cause the very problem that is feared. He cannot pick the Warrior of Light over his own kind, it is impossible." Tempering would see to that. They simply couldn't deviate. Never would. This temporary inconvenience was just that.
But being prepared for a scuffle or two wasn't likely a bad idea, at least until said Warrior of Light finally died. "Mayhap we simply need to reassure him that he may take his ... mechanical companion with him back to the Source or wherever else he seeks to go."
Keep his pet! And stop being an idiot! That will surely work. Zodiark didn't care much for what species someone was, after all.. so long as they were loyal.
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Date: 2021-01-18 05:30 pm (UTC)Vacation. Rest. Yes, Emet-Selch had been settling in to sleep for a while after his stint as Solus zos Galvus. Before Elidibus arrived and informed him of the news that Lahabrea was gone. Emet-Selch had gone to do his duty rather than settle into a century or two of slumber. Perhaps he is due this rest. Perhaps.
The good cheer does fade from Elidibus' voice when next he speaks, but he does not switch back to his own. "Even if he sought reconciliation in some form, as we are, so too is the Warrior of Light in this world. It may well be possible now, to bring her into the fold ere she returns to bask in Hydaelyn's graces." Would that not be a fitting symbol? To wrest the Goddess' champion out of her clutches and into the embrace of Lord Zodiark?
His recovery seems fairly quick, though still he remains silently in support of Lahabrea's gait, for as long as it takes the Ascian to notice and pull away. "In such pursuits, mayhap her Bond with Emet-Selch will prove useful. Though I imagine for now, each are keeping the other in check." But just one little tipping of the scales between their aether...
Elidibus does, for now, note the nagging unease these thoughts bring. Not for the sanctity of the Bond being abused. By why hadn't Emet-Selch's fully whole self not already overwhelmed the Warrior of Light's. But it will not be voiced. Not until he finds out more.
Perhaps Emet-Selch simply keeps the full force of his aether from overwhelming the Bond. Perhaps it is another of this Star's seals. Sigh. So much to be done.
"There is much to learn, Lahabrea. I hope you are prepared."
From anyone else that would have been an order. From Elidibus, it is interchangeable with the question, 'You will... help me, right?'
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Date: 2021-01-18 09:26 pm (UTC)And there's a grim certainty to that. The loss of Amaurot was indeed wretchedly sad but he didn't dwell on it quite as much as their missing third - his distress lay elsewhere and he wasn't about to share it with an enemy.
"Mayhap you will have greater luck, though I presume she'll be less willing to listen once she finds your mortal guise is just that." But Elidibus had a way with finding a common ground even with opponents with which to work with, Lahabrea .. did not. Grand speeches and the delicate pathways of diplomacy were vastly different things.
Patience would possibly pay off, and if not well, she'll die eventually.
That too was patience, he supposed.
"...In as much as I am capable of, yes." He could do no less. "For all that it may ultimately prove useless. We have aught else here but each other."
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Date: 2021-01-18 11:30 pm (UTC)"I suppose I can muster an effort and speak with her." It seems even Elidibus had become tired of speaking to the Warrior of Light, by his time. To call his duty an effort. But do his duty he will, regardless of how he feels about it. Now there is hope, with Lahabrea and Emet-Selch with him.
In the wake of Lahabrea's agreement there is another brief piece of emotion: relief. Elidibus is not alone. "Indeed."
And it's become time to carefully disengage completely, giving Lahabrea his agency to walk on his own, taking away that awkward sense of physical contact being foreign and also comforting at the same time. Should nothing else warrant conversation, he'll be content to walk in silence until they reach the privacy of Lahabrea's home.
There are after all, more matters to see to tonight.