Event Twenty-Five.

[awashmods]

I'd like to creep into the wood And see the bonnets blue, And hear the bluebells ringing loud, I wish I could -- don't you?

t's another day, another month, and another time for people to show up in the well. You'd better go rescue them! Never mind the fact that you woke up with a flower in your hands. It's probably fine. Don't mind it at all. It's not like it's hard to ignore a little flower. (At least, not until the effects start to kick in. Better go rescue the people in the well before they do.) Oh, right. Even the people in the well have flowers, so... things are going to be a little ridiculous very quickly, when all of those side effects kick in. Have fun! Welcome to Awash's Twenty-fifth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to make your own logs and posts for this event! If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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[pyrafect]

[ She steps down from the dais, hands at her side. ]

A hero is one who... saves others. Someone who preserves the future for others. [ And a whole slew of other things, qualities, traits. Nobleness, virtues, honor, and so forth. ]

For those in your realm, you did just that. You gave them a future that they wouldn’t have had otherwise.

[ She knows that he probably doesn’t want to hear it, an insistent “but you are” in response to an “I’m not a hero.” She knows.

Across one of the pews from him, she stops, noticing his hand upon his chest. She’s often done he same gesture herself... but if he is human, he has a true heart beneath his hand, his skin, his sternum. And it beats like any other’s. ]

If they did not call you a hero either... I’m still certain that they are grateful within their hearts.

[meridio]

It was my calling. They have nothing to be grateful for.

[ He leans back, straightening. ]

What the children of their children call me matters not. The things I have done matter even less here.

[ How much weight does his role carry for Pyra? Just as hers would for him, none. Somnus cranes his neck to face her. Her hands are empty, and she's wandered down. ]

Have you finished already?

[pyrafect]

[ It was my calling, and The things I have done matter even less here.

She brings those same empty hands to her chest, partially obscuring the glow of her crystal set upon it. What he's saying sounds off to her, as if his words go beyond humbleness to self-deprecation, dismissing the good he has done.

But he must have saved and protected so many people. ] No, ....No. [ she repeats, voice quiet, hesitant because it feels as if she might be prying too much. For now, carving into the pulpit seems too arbitrary. There's something far more important standing before her, in the form of a young man and the answer he might give. ]

If I may ask, ....why... do you sound as if you [ She pauses, searching for a word. ] regret... having brought that light to dispel the darkness?

[meridio]

[ The regret coils heavily around his immaterial heart, and it almost feels like he's drowning. He's done unforgivable things for the people, that they might flourish in the aftermath. For the most part, he's made peace with himself on this; however, there's one other matter that'll never lift so long as it persists.

On the surface, Somnus indicates none of this. He pins Pyra with an utterly neutral gaze. ]

How can I regret banishing a monster to the darkness? I was chosen by the gods. For my actions, the world has enjoyed its peace for two thousand years.

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[pyrafect]

[ And that makes it sound as if he doesn't regret his actions, but still he refuses to acknowledge others calling him a hero for-- for bringing peace for two thousand years.

She draws a sharp breath, as if she's just been slapped. ]

[mythratastic]

[ Mythra is listening in, as she always does, watching from her mindscape.


...There hadn't even been five hundred years of peace, when she had been sealed.

The world had still declined, there had still been wars, and the Titans had still continued to age and die, and she's learned this from someone of her world that has appeared here. That, and how many have suffered, how those she had fought with either died or suffered in her absence. But even if she had been there, it would have been just the same-- if not worse. She'll take the blame.

Does it matter if he does regret bringing that light, being chosen by the gods, or whatever else he may have done or not to have that light banish the darkness? She regrets every moment of what she had done; but she'd think that, perhaps, if peace could have actually been achieved by the end of it, even for just one year thereafter... perhaps it would hurt a little less.

This man who has achieved that peace and for so long truly is a hero. ]

[pyrafect]

Two thousand years of peace.... [ Her murmur comes with one hand falling limp from her chest, while the other goes to her mouth. She can quite school her expression into something as composed as she'd like. ]

King Somnus. [ She bows her head towards him, and when she raises her head, her gaze doesn't meet his. ]

....I'm sorry, if that question was intrusive. Excuse me.

[ Without another word, she takes her leave. ]

[meridio]

[ Somnus lets her go, keeping his gaze fixed on the spot where she had been. Only when the church doors close behind her does he lower his head to look down at the anemone.

What he said was unnecessary, hollow. He can't claim to understand why Pyra left so suddenly, nor does he care enough to find out. A lingering soul's purpose does not lie in making conversation. But the flower has compelled him to speak, and now he must sit with the consequences.

Chroma will only be restored to its former glory by forging connections. Somnus turns the flower over in his hand. Does this mean he'll have to speak with another like this again, unwillingly baring himself for the sake of the world?

Only time will tell. ]