[ Her amusement is dark, slight, and not entirely pleasant. Other voices are spilling in to her, the cruel and stupid things said to her by others: Do you think you're really that significant, and of such great consequence to us all? It might be fun to repeat Lexa's words, watch their effects cascade. She doesn't. She just smiles. Something of her sullenness has lifted off of her -- dispersed into the webs. ]
Of course. You have your considerations.
[ And she has hers. Whose will won out would resolve itself without any particular animosity required between them as denizens of the Station. ]
[To hear cruel things from her- or from their original source, would have been of no great surprise to him, but they may spoil his mood- which had so recently seemed unspoilable. Better, then, that she decides to keep them where they rest.]
Then I am willing.
[A simple word for an unsimple thing, but in all honesty he was already- predisposed to be more gentle with her, considering all that has happened. Foolish, maybe, when she had done near as much ill as had been done to her, but she had had reason and the others had not, when they should have had sympathy for her feelings of loss if not who she had lost. He had been- disappointed by their actions. Not for the first time and doubtlessly for the last, but he had hoped that time, if nothing else, might have engendered some amount of kind feelings in them.
He shifted slightly, tension easing ever so from his shoulders before gesturing to the low couch to her right, just beside the door, cushioned and austere.]
[ It reminds her of the Darkling's memories, of his domain within the palace... And yet it is so very different from the Godking's palace. His ziggurat had been constructed for comfort in a wasteland, however. Its upper level had been a series of rotunda, onion domes above, perched upon thick columns. It was all open air, where the 'court' lay about starving or dead on tattered blankets and pillows. Below was much of the palace, almost all of it converted to dungeons and torture chambers...
She has gotten used to furniture, to the basic comforts of civility, although she has yet to forget where she came from. She caresses the upholstery of the couch before she sinks down onto it. ]
[He almost does not know what to do with such a compliment- he had not been attempting beauty, precisely. Comfort and familiarity, certainly. A certain amount of respectability, but he could understand well enough that his values trended in such a direction. Still, he was far more accustomed to his spaces being met with bitterness or hostility. They seemred quite hypocritical, but he had to exist in this place, often isolated, nearly alone, for many many cycles. He could handle hypocrisy.
But then again, she had her own place. Presumably she would have difficulty holding this against him.]
Thank you. It suits my needs.
[Evidenced by the small collection of data pads, the carefully organized stacks of tech and weapons awaiting his attentions. He makes no move to join her on the couch, settling instead for leaning against the edge of the desk.]
How have you found this time, away from the rest? Has it been helpful?
Yes. [ A soft answer, filled with an inner pleasure. ] It was needed.
[ She wonders how much to elaborate on this. So many times she has been reminded that her old life is over, when she dares to explain the time and effort it takes her to learn and to change. And yet, she is the one furthest in the act. She knows it, and the others watch her warily, reminding her over and over that her old life is gone... She shakes this off with a huff of chagrin. ]
I was overwhelmed, but I believe... every time I have become so, I have better learned to withstand the chaos of my own thoughts.
[ She looks to him, not for praise, but out of curiosity if he understands what she is telling him. That she is her own worst enemy, most of the time. ]
[He does not doubt that, which is why he had made no effort to cajole her into joining the rest in this loud and boisterous place. He does not think it would suit her, even in the best of times.]
You had reason to be.
[It is not an excuse- not tacit approval of her actions- but she was one of the few- perhaps she was the only- to understand fully what the loss of a broodmate truly meant. Most had yet to form the bonds, to know that extra strength they could have. Their losses would still be holes in them, but they did not so well understand how deep. How much possibility was lost. Ren may yet awaken. Others as well, but until that possibility arose she was reduced.]
But that is good. Mastery of the self is no simple task, but it will benefit you.
[And, if it was not clear enough, restraint was something he valued above little else. Interesting, considering his preoccupation with his own broodmate.]
The path ahead will be simpler in some ways, more complicated in others, but you may find yourself better equipped to deal with the uncertainty.
[ She's struggled with a balance between her vicious desire for control and her more pragmatic appreciation for the world's chaos. She had been guided, grown, into a twisted knot of self-protection, giving way to the influences of others at a shallow level to appease them. All the while keeping the true kernel that is she hidden in the icy depths of an unreachable center. These ways and are no longer effective. Too much was changing around her, she could not keep pace to it, and as her sense of control slipped, so did her cruelty, her hunger for power.
She is less greedy, when she does not feel so threatened. Although there is always something dark flickering beneath even her softest veneers. Ilde Vilmaine is the Godking's acolyte, there is nothing to be done for it.]
I thought I understood better than I did.
[ She was humble in admitting what she did not know, as there was so much, but somehow the young hosts as a group had built an expectation that seeped out into them all. She examines that concept, intrigued, but she doesn't have the words to express it intelligently, it will have to remain a curiosity, for now. ]
I expect... my point of view to continue to change. Now that I see its impermanence.
[ Maybe he isn't the one to talk to about that, this man dug in stubborn like a tick in the bowels of the Station... ]
[Not so stubborn as he had been, but stubborn enough.]
Many have found strength in adaptability.
[It was not his way. He had changed only with stubborn reluctance, and only so far as he had to in order to survive, when simply hunkering down and attempting to weather the storm was not.]
You would not be the first to fail to realize what it is you have until it is lost to you.
[He speaks, of course, from experience. Today, it does not sting so much as it does at times, but he is unusually nostalgic today. He has been left in a mood, even if it is not quite unpleasant.]
[ Ilde considers this, considers him and the concept of his exclusion from such tactics. ]
Are you satisfied, with this?
[ His lair, his exclusion. What did he accomplish here, beyond being an obvious foil to Cathaway. Was this simply a facet of an Iota, given to stubbornness and physical mechanics. Unburdened with some of her problems, her thoughts now hum, looking him over more like an artifact to be turned this way, that way. Looking for signs of history and intent. How had they all gone about so blithely and selfishly, without finding out the meanings of those who had greeted them. ]
With the strength you have found.
[ She doesn't quite know how to wind him backwards to his own awakening, but he could not have begun this way. None of them could remain what they were. ]
There is a barb in the question- so fast on the heels of unmooring the station. It had been, as it always was, a reminder of his weakness. A weakness that would be completely acceptable, if it came at a cost only to him. But it didn't.
Still, he has bent enough for one day. To ask more of him was to break the core. He breaths, settles his irritation.]
I am satisfied enough. It is the balance I have chosen.
Anything that is worth the doing is painful, in some way.
[Yes, of course, but the uncertainty would have driven him to madness. Even now, adjusting just to a slight change of course- were he not so relieved in this moment he would be consumed with his anxieties.]
For now, it is what is required of me to do what needs to be done.
[That may change. He would forever be coming to terms with impermanence.]
[ Her lean is a little bit more intent for a moment, more questions, dagger bright sparkling on the very tip of her tongue. He doesn't need to patronize her, telling her about pain, that isn't really what she was asking but-- She stops herself. Sits back, composed and smiles. Rises, knows when it is time for her to go. ]
[She may think he is lecturing, but he is not speaking to her. He doesn't think to. He is distracted from his responsibilities, for the time being, and if he cared to see that bright flash moment in her mind it would only serve to exasperate him.
But he doesn't look, because he never does, and he is, for now, absorbed in other things. It is probably for the best.
He shifts against the edge of the desk, moves to stand on his own feet again as she does, some convention that was required. The question should not surprise him. It made, in fact, perfect sense.]
Yes, of course. Cathaway said that she would enlist your help.
[There was a time he would have said that she would need it- but she was not quite so helpless in such things as she had been, and he had little room to judge himself. the cullinary arts had not been a part of his education.]
I look forward to it.
[In part. It would likely be some kind of a disaster, but until that happened, he would reamain as optomistic as possible.]
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Of course. You have your considerations.
[ And she has hers. Whose will won out would resolve itself without any particular animosity required between them as denizens of the Station. ]
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Then I am willing.
[A simple word for an unsimple thing, but in all honesty he was already- predisposed to be more gentle with her, considering all that has happened. Foolish, maybe, when she had done near as much ill as had been done to her, but she had had reason and the others had not, when they should have had sympathy for her feelings of loss if not who she had lost. He had been- disappointed by their actions. Not for the first time and doubtlessly for the last, but he had hoped that time, if nothing else, might have engendered some amount of kind feelings in them.
He shifted slightly, tension easing ever so from his shoulders before gesturing to the low couch to her right, just beside the door, cushioned and austere.]
Would you like to sit?
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[ It reminds her of the Darkling's memories, of his domain within the palace... And yet it is so very different from the Godking's palace. His ziggurat had been constructed for comfort in a wasteland, however. Its upper level had been a series of rotunda, onion domes above, perched upon thick columns. It was all open air, where the 'court' lay about starving or dead on tattered blankets and pillows. Below was much of the palace, almost all of it converted to dungeons and torture chambers...
She has gotten used to furniture, to the basic comforts of civility, although she has yet to forget where she came from. She caresses the upholstery of the couch before she sinks down onto it. ]
It suits you.
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But then again, she had her own place. Presumably she would have difficulty holding this against him.]
Thank you. It suits my needs.
[Evidenced by the small collection of data pads, the carefully organized stacks of tech and weapons awaiting his attentions. He makes no move to join her on the couch, settling instead for leaning against the edge of the desk.]
How have you found this time, away from the rest? Has it been helpful?
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[ She wonders how much to elaborate on this. So many times she has been reminded that her old life is over, when she dares to explain the time and effort it takes her to learn and to change. And yet, she is the one furthest in the act. She knows it, and the others watch her warily, reminding her over and over that her old life is gone... She shakes this off with a huff of chagrin. ]
I was overwhelmed, but I believe... every time I have become so, I have better learned to withstand the chaos of my own thoughts.
[ She looks to him, not for praise, but out of curiosity if he understands what she is telling him. That she is her own worst enemy, most of the time. ]
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You had reason to be.
[It is not an excuse- not tacit approval of her actions- but she was one of the few- perhaps she was the only- to understand fully what the loss of a broodmate truly meant. Most had yet to form the bonds, to know that extra strength they could have. Their losses would still be holes in them, but they did not so well understand how deep. How much possibility was lost. Ren may yet awaken. Others as well, but until that possibility arose she was reduced.]
But that is good. Mastery of the self is no simple task, but it will benefit you.
[And, if it was not clear enough, restraint was something he valued above little else. Interesting, considering his preoccupation with his own broodmate.]
The path ahead will be simpler in some ways, more complicated in others, but you may find yourself better equipped to deal with the uncertainty.
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She is less greedy, when she does not feel so threatened. Although there is always something dark flickering beneath even her softest veneers. Ilde Vilmaine is the Godking's acolyte, there is nothing to be done for it.]
I thought I understood better than I did.
[ She was humble in admitting what she did not know, as there was so much, but somehow the young hosts as a group had built an expectation that seeped out into them all. She examines that concept, intrigued, but she doesn't have the words to express it intelligently, it will have to remain a curiosity, for now. ]
I expect... my point of view to continue to change. Now that I see its impermanence.
[ Maybe he isn't the one to talk to about that, this man dug in stubborn like a tick in the bowels of the Station... ]
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Many have found strength in adaptability.
[It was not his way. He had changed only with stubborn reluctance, and only so far as he had to in order to survive, when simply hunkering down and attempting to weather the storm was not.]
You would not be the first to fail to realize what it is you have until it is lost to you.
[He speaks, of course, from experience. Today, it does not sting so much as it does at times, but he is unusually nostalgic today. He has been left in a mood, even if it is not quite unpleasant.]
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Are you satisfied, with this?
[ His lair, his exclusion. What did he accomplish here, beyond being an obvious foil to Cathaway. Was this simply a facet of an Iota, given to stubbornness and physical mechanics. Unburdened with some of her problems, her thoughts now hum, looking him over more like an artifact to be turned this way, that way. Looking for signs of history and intent. How had they all gone about so blithely and selfishly, without finding out the meanings of those who had greeted them. ]
With the strength you have found.
[ She doesn't quite know how to wind him backwards to his own awakening, but he could not have begun this way. None of them could remain what they were. ]
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There is a barb in the question- so fast on the heels of unmooring the station. It had been, as it always was, a reminder of his weakness. A weakness that would be completely acceptable, if it came at a cost only to him. But it didn't.
Still, he has bent enough for one day. To ask more of him was to break the core. He breaths, settles his irritation.]
I am satisfied enough. It is the balance I have chosen.
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Was it painful, to choose?
[ Is it still? ]
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[Yes, of course, but the uncertainty would have driven him to madness. Even now, adjusting just to a slight change of course- were he not so relieved in this moment he would be consumed with his anxieties.]
For now, it is what is required of me to do what needs to be done.
[That may change. He would forever be coming to terms with impermanence.]
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Will you be attending the dinner?
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But he doesn't look, because he never does, and he is, for now, absorbed in other things. It is probably for the best.
He shifts against the edge of the desk, moves to stand on his own feet again as she does, some convention that was required. The question should not surprise him. It made, in fact, perfect sense.]
Yes, of course. Cathaway said that she would enlist your help.
[There was a time he would have said that she would need it- but she was not quite so helpless in such things as she had been, and he had little room to judge himself. the cullinary arts had not been a part of his education.]
I look forward to it.
[In part. It would likely be some kind of a disaster, but until that happened, he would reamain as optomistic as possible.]