He doesn't fight her on this idea of perfection. He sees his sister cradled by limbs that were not her own, plagued by a faith that offered no true salvation-- What did it matter if he granted clemency to a desperate man while his children were sold into slavery? How could Xipe or Ena cast their gaze upon either of them for this cruelty?
"Just because I don't fall to my knees and agree with you does not mean I'm not listening." He says, keeping his voice soft and level. Trying to, at least. "I hear you. I understand you, perfectly clear."
She mentions going back to Penacony, and something in him, for the first time since he's arrived, snarls no. He... He didn't want to return. It's strange, unfamiliar.
Freeing.
"I'm not going back to Penacony. I will help you, and any others return, if you so wish. But..." His voice fails, before he finds the strength to speak again. "I'm staying right here."
She doesn't need to tell him, because Sunday knows. He can see it. She had that same desperation that he had, that same conviction. Something had begun to happen to him within that great golden machine that he could not understand or explain. But looking at her now, his sister, a version of her he could not save...
"What happens then, when you become an Aeon? Will any of it matter to you anymore? Will I? Will you leave me with only memories to mourn?"
He's upset now, trembling. Afraid as he's always been. He had nothing of his mother but a song he was forgetting. Nothing of their adopted father but the pain he'd caused. Was he supposed to lose Robin too? Was he supposed to take it gracefully?
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"Just because I don't fall to my knees and agree with you does not mean I'm not listening." He says, keeping his voice soft and level. Trying to, at least. "I hear you. I understand you, perfectly clear."
She mentions going back to Penacony, and something in him, for the first time since he's arrived, snarls no. He... He didn't want to return. It's strange, unfamiliar.
Freeing.
"I'm not going back to Penacony. I will help you, and any others return, if you so wish. But..." His voice fails, before he finds the strength to speak again. "I'm staying right here."
She doesn't need to tell him, because Sunday knows. He can see it. She had that same desperation that he had, that same conviction. Something had begun to happen to him within that great golden machine that he could not understand or explain. But looking at her now, his sister, a version of her he could not save...
"What happens then, when you become an Aeon? Will any of it matter to you anymore? Will I? Will you leave me with only memories to mourn?"
He's upset now, trembling. Afraid as he's always been. He had nothing of his mother but a song he was forgetting. Nothing of their adopted father but the pain he'd caused. Was he supposed to lose Robin too? Was he supposed to take it gracefully?