Try explaining the situation and that you would like its company, and maybe it will acquiesce. Just because such assistance may not be strictly necessary doesn't mean it wouldn't help you a great deal.
A ring meant to occupy restless fingers. My
[ She sends what she has written so far, finding it too difficult to continue right this moment.
Hades was her enemy, her friend. Her companion, her partner, her lover. The person she grew to depend on more than any other.
The person who would be her betrothed, if only she had the courage to ask him sooner.
Can she call him that if she knew the answer, but she hadn't yet initiated the standard motions?
A few minutes later sends along another message. Attached to it is a small video clip of a ring she wears (on hands much thinner than Noct might remember). It's a broad, metal band with an intricate, spiraling skyline silhouetted across the the face. She takes the fingers of her other hand and twists the silhouette, spinning it under her fingertips. ]
My fiancé gave it to me many moons ago now, so I would stop fidgeting with my scales.
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[He'd been confused by the pause and had waited, keeping himself busy with other messages, so when the rest finally arrives... ah. That's a clear sign as any to him, as he'd done the same thing before when struggling with Luna's absence here or the memory of her death. It's like everything stops, when the reminder comes. That she's gone, that he's unlikely to see her again. That he misses her, that a piece of his heart has been severed and is now out of his reach.
He watches the video a few times, a lengthy pause on his end as well, and there's something curiously soothing about watching it spin. He can see the appeal.]
i'm sorry. i didn't know he was gone too
is there anything i can do?
[He knows he has very little to offer, but she's helping him, and doing things for other people - even little, inconsequential things - has often served as a blessed distraction from his own problems.]
He was Tempered by the eldest of all Primals. Because of this, he was incapable of seeing any life upon the Sundered world as worthy. For twelve-thousand years he tested the limits of his bindings and worked within them.
I was working on a way to free him of those bindings, and a way to bring his soul home with me.
Seeing their perspective was never so odd to me, as it was an ability I've had since I first awoke. Experiencing them is ... 'weird', yes.
The first memory was.
With hand to chin, Somnus leaned forward to scrutinize the pieces. Even he could tell that he had lost.
When Ardyn took the king, Somnus had visibly sagged in disappointment. He had clapped his hands upon his lap as he straightened up, Ardyn watching him closely the whole while.
"You really are amazing, brother." His voice was so very young and childish; filled with emotion he shared openly. "This time we'll do as you say."
"This time?"
Ardyn's voice was filled with such mirth, not yet weighed down with sorrow. He extended his hand for his brother, and Somnus all but jumped at the opportunity to take it.
He was so happy. Walking together, hand-in-hand with his beloved older brother. He could not fathom life without him by his side.
[ She can't help but find the humour in being told that as an amnesiac. ]
I think...
Aera would have finally made Ardyn her husband. They would have been happy, and had children. Ardyn would have been both joyous and terrified beyond measure, constantly doubting his abilities as a father.
Somnus would have reassured him when necessary, and teased him ruthlessly in his own way when it wasn't. He would have loved his nieces and nephews as fiercely as his own.
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A ring meant to occupy restless fingers. My
[ She sends what she has written so far, finding it too difficult to continue right this moment.
Hades was her enemy, her friend. Her companion, her partner, her lover. The person she grew to depend on more than any other.
The person who would be her betrothed, if only she had the courage to ask him sooner.
Can she call him that if she knew the answer, but she hadn't yet initiated the standard motions?
A few minutes later sends along another message. Attached to it is a small video clip of a ring she wears (on hands much thinner than Noct might remember). It's a broad, metal band with an intricate, spiraling skyline silhouetted across the the face. She takes the fingers of her other hand and twists the silhouette, spinning it under her fingertips. ]
My fiancé gave it to me many moons ago now, so I would stop fidgeting with my scales.
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He watches the video a few times, a lengthy pause on his end as well, and there's something curiously soothing about watching it spin. He can see the appeal.]
i'm sorry. i didn't know he was gone too
is there anything i can do?
[He knows he has very little to offer, but she's helping him, and doing things for other people - even little, inconsequential things - has often served as a blessed distraction from his own problems.]
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Just remember that he lived. It is what he wanted.
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it isn't much, but i can do that.
did someone erase him from the history books too
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Only those survivors remembered the world that existed Before, and the people that lived upon it.
Hades loved those people with all that he was.
It was this love that spurred him to destroy my worlds, and why I had to kill him.
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hades?
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He was not their leader, but had been their most powerful member.
Emet-Selch was his title. Hades was his true name.
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To give us his name would be to see us as something closer to equals.
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[what an asshole!
...he will refrain from saying this.]
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I was working on a way to free him of those bindings, and a way to bring his soul home with me.
I could have given him new life and purpose.
The gods here are cruel.
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sometimes it feels that way
but without them we wouldn't have the people here that we lost, either. i can't hate them even if it's temporary.
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Now I can't help but think it utter gobshite.
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but i think it's okay to feel it, and that's how i feel
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[they never talked about that, never got that far. like when they were children, she was here and gone too quickly.]
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I have some pictures from your father's birthday, if you would like them.
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not yet
i can't look at those
[A different sort of trauma, that one.]
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They will still be here when you're ready.
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[Ahhh hell, he does not want to think about this. Anything, anything- oh.]
so.... you saw them as kids? in the echo
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[He knows his wasn't, so.]
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The first memory was.
With hand to chin, Somnus leaned forward to scrutinize the pieces. Even he could tell that he had lost.
When Ardyn took the king, Somnus had visibly sagged in disappointment. He had clapped his hands upon his lap as he straightened up, Ardyn watching him closely the whole while.
"You really are amazing, brother." His voice was so very young and childish; filled with emotion he shared openly. "This time we'll do as you say."
"This time?"
Ardyn's voice was filled with such mirth, not yet weighed down with sorrow. He extended his hand for his brother, and Somnus all but jumped at the opportunity to take it.
He was so happy. Walking together, hand-in-hand with his beloved older brother. He could not fathom life without him by his side.
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[That could be a double meaning, there. Both are true.]
i know what-ifs are kinda dangerous but still
wonder what they'd be like now if things hadn't gone the way they did
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I think...
Aera would have finally made Ardyn her husband. They would have been happy, and had children. Ardyn would have been both joyous and terrified beyond measure, constantly doubting his abilities as a father.
Somnus would have reassured him when necessary, and teased him ruthlessly in his own way when it wasn't. He would have loved his nieces and nephews as fiercely as his own.
They would have been a family.
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