[ she's already grabbing a seat when the memory starts in a burst of panels. it catches her off guard, and as she watches it all unfold, a friend, found just the same as he was, taken care of side by side... she thinks about their conversation in the chapel, the books, two sets of handwritten conversations passing words back and forth between the pages of a shared sacred text.
she puts the pieces together the same way temenos does in the story these windows tell, each one passing, her heart clenched as she hears those words, familiar though uttered moments instead of years between.
she drops down into the seat before him at the table. ]
... well. the conversation with agnea, at first, is sort of nice. he misses the other travelers - misses them dearly, and it's nice to hear her again, but the moment he realizes what's happening, all of that fades away.
the conversation gets repeated, and it draws temenos to the exact same conclusion. he only has ochette's description to go off of, of what potentially could have happened to temenos's older brother, his companion, his closest friend, his guiding light. only the knowledge that he must have been suffering. that he must have hurt. that he's gone.
that one - that never goes away.
roi is gone.
he exhales, hands white knuckling his coffee cup. ]
...Aha. [ wry, rueful. ] So, that's our effect of the week, is it?
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she puts the pieces together the same way temenos does in the story these windows tell, each one passing, her heart clenched as she hears those words, familiar though uttered moments instead of years between.
she drops down into the seat before him at the table. ]
These things... they're really becoming a pain in the ass, aren't they? [ softer, and it's not pity. it's just. pain. the unanswered questions resounding in a room that's gone too silent until the murmurings of the café return. tapping a nail gently on the table now. ] Temenos...
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... well. the conversation with agnea, at first, is sort of nice. he misses the other travelers - misses them dearly, and it's nice to hear her again, but the moment he realizes what's happening, all of that fades away.
the conversation gets repeated, and it draws temenos to the exact same conclusion. he only has ochette's description to go off of, of what potentially could have happened to temenos's older brother, his companion, his closest friend, his guiding light. only the knowledge that he must have been suffering. that he must have hurt. that he's gone.
that one - that never goes away.
roi is gone.
he exhales, hands white knuckling his coffee cup. ]
...Aha. [ wry, rueful. ] So, that's our effect of the week, is it?