[ He disengages and whips his blade right back in, barely giving her (or himself) time to breathe. It's just as well that he has already tired himself on forest shrapnel else this would be harder on Iryha. ]
I. Have. Lost. EVERYTHING! [ Each word punctuated by a strike of his sword. ] Everything! To a people who delight in warfare! I had accepted it. I had accepted my loss. But now I see these imbeciles rattling the sabers for war! Why can't you always be good? Why must you fight all the time? Why can't you simply share all that you have instead of squabbling over the pieces?!
[ Despite the words, he doesn't expect answers. The hollow space in his chest can't grow any emptier. He lost all trust for mortalkind long, long ago.
Hot tears blur his vision but still he fights, moving on instinct, reacting to her silhouette rather than her image. ]
[She meets him blow for blow, her defense solid as ever, but she struggles to find an opening to swing back at him. The whole dispute over war versus winning trust must have taken a toll on him. Just watching it... no wonder it set the switch in his brain back to destruction and distrust.
He really is fighting on raw emotion and instinct, she notes as she seeks an opportunity to make a few attacks of her own; words are lost on him right now. But even so... she has to try.]
Do you really think I'd sit back on my laurels and let that happen!? I already talked one person down from it; if any others start clamoring for blood, I'll be happy to give them some of my own. If they can take it from me.
[ With how much strength he's putting into each blow, he'll soon quickly tire or slow - he's already starting to breathe hard. The only problem is weathering the onslaught until then. ]
This is what you seek to save? Capricious fools who will forget your lesson as soon as you disappear?!
[ In a moment when their blades lock again, he shoves her back and ignites a cartridge. With it he carves glowing blue X's in the air and they roar towards her. ]
[A good opportunity to test her blood magic. Cutting the side of her forearm on the blade, a thin, shimmering sheen of red covers her, absorbing the oncoming energy. It breaks, and there is a little bit of spillover, scorching her sleeves a bit, but it keeps her out of the worst of it.]
Just because they're thoroughly flawed doesn't mean we just destroy it all and start over! It doesn't mean I love them any less! Even you--
[His attack clearing gives her an opportunity to launch her own. Pulling her sword around in a circle to build momentum, she launches herself at him, aiming a little to one side for fear of hurting him.]
[Something strikes her, suddenly; this is all because he wants to be able to care about them, isn't it? He cared about his people so deeply that he put in all that work to bring them back. Maybe he could come to care about these people too... if only they'd just...
Irhya pulls off of his gunblade and stops a short distance away to catch her breath, going back into a defensive stance. Fire might be a problem.]
So what are you going to do if I don't stop you? You saw how many people shot the notion of invasion down, even that deeply set on it as she was! Before we can worry about our worlds again, we have to worry about this one, and getting pissy over people not entirely cooperating isn't the way to do it!
[ He grits his teeth and lets out an inarticulate, frustrated yell. The creature whirls and lashes the area around him with its blue fire - but it's not nearly as powerful as its intimidating appearance suggests. It's forceful but, spread across as wide an area as it is, the impact is no worse than a concentrated strike. Back on their world, that would have been a different story.
The vestiges of its flames flicker and die quickly once it's gone, leaving him standing in the middle of a patch of lightly scorched earth. ]
[In this case, she's actually a little grateful for the limitations on their powers here; if they had been at home, that would have been far more terrifying. Probably would have had to to stack with the other tank to soak the hit.
Out of the flames suddenly come a few small projectiles, and it doesn't take much to figure out that they're solidified blood by the color and texture alone. But she doesn't rest with just that, following up with a running slash through the burnt grass, hoping to knock him down.]
[ He turns his body to avoid some of the blood missiles but others strike him on the arm and side. The sharp pain causes him to gasp; before he can collect himself, her sword comes swinging.
He could have avoided it if he were in a clear state of mind and using everything at his disposal. But his clumsy parry sees him reeling. Then he trips over his own feet and falls. ]
[Seizing the chance, she plants her sword into the ground, catching a piece of his vest with it for extra insurance, and then throws her weight atop his chest, pinning his hands above his head. It would seem suspect, were the look on her face not deadly serious.
And then she breathes for a few moments, a bead of sweat dripping off the side of her face.]
[Not this again. But still, as sincere as he seems to be... Her expression softens over the course of several beats.]
Hades...
[Continuing to hold his wrists with one hand, just in case, Irhya uses the other to cup his face.]
We're not going to start a war. I will make certain of that. We'll take on their trials and succeed, and then we'll get to go home. I know it hurts now, but it'll turn out all right.
[ He exhales a long sigh and closes his eyes. 'Go home'... It's all he has ever wanted. But for him, returning home simply means death anyway. What sort of encouragement is that?
But he has to keep struggling. For Hythlodaeus' sake if no-one else's. ]
[Gradually, just to make certain he hasn't decided to lash out again, she relieves the grip on his wrists and gets off of him. It's easy to tell what he's thinking, and she knows full well it's cold comfort for him.
It's just...]
Weren't you going to try and go home, though? What happened to that?
[ He slowly sits up, curling up with his arms folded atop his knees and face hidden. Now that the anger has worn off, he feels nothing but bone-deep exhaustion. If only he could sink into the earth and be done with it all. ]
Do you really think my people would accept me, after everything I've done?
[ Even if Hythlodaeus did find a way to bring him home, he would be exiled. He was too wild, too used to the mortal pace of time. He couldn't remember patience. ]
I wish to return home to see it one last time. Then I will take myself somewhere far away from our city and give myself to the Lifestream.
[Shaking her head slowly, she sits on her haunches in front of him, trying to catch his gaze with her own. Some would probably hail him as a hero, certainly, but the rest -- those who wished to see the new lives grow -- would not. They'd be torn once again, which perhaps is an even worse situation than unanimously casting him out.]
What if...
[Irhya still doesn't know entirely what she's about to say, but it's time to toss forth whatever idea she can reach to keep him from falling down again.]
What if we went somewhere different, instead? The two of us?
[ He slowly shakes his head before finally lifting it to meet her eyes, face drawn. ]
It is not that I don't want to be with you, but I promised Hythlodaeus I would return home with him. I can't very well leave him alone to face the Final Days.
[ He hesitates. Then adds: ] Every living creature has its time. Even we, with our long lives, knew when we had contributed all we could. You do not have to find ways to encourage me to live, Irhya.
[It's bittersweet, appropriate, and yet not at all how she wants things to pan out. If she could just pluck the two of them from their inevitable ends and place them somewhere they'd be safe...]
No matter how you frame it, not all of them will reject you. There will be some who would see you a hero of Amaurot for trying that hard, even if many others would question your actions. It'd be too controversial to simply decide you deserve exile.
[ They would be safe, and they would likely be happy in each other's company, but Hades also wagers they would eventually grow miserable without others like themselves. They had thrived as a community; they would wither alone. ]
This is where our people differ: there is no such thing as a 'hero' in Amaurot. We do not elevate others to pedestals as you do.
[ Reaching over, he rubs her head, fingers kneading gently over her ears. ]
And so I would exile myself and take the burden of debate off their shoulders. I would not offer them more reason to be divided.
[ He gazes at her steadily, eyes unblinking. His voice lowers. ] It is one thing to offer one's own life in service to others. It is quite another to take other's lives for your own purposes. Someday, perhaps you mortal races will come to understand the difference.
[Irhya opens her mouth to protest again, louder this time, but then his fingers meet her ears, and she eases back, the words dying in her throat. That he's acknowledging that the sundered really are lives is still nothing short of a miracle, but...]
And Hythlodaeus would go with you? What then? Don't tell me you plan to die together?
[Somehow, his words only incite her more when he says them diplomatically rather than with sarcastic venom. She seizes his shoulders and shakes vigorously with the following three words, drawing her face closer to his so he can see how serious she is.]
Stop! Doing! That! Like hell I'm going to let you go back to a different time just to die again!
[Her jaw clenches.]
You can live, you just don't want to even try! First it was that you couldn't accept the present, now it's that you can't accept the future. Why do you have to martyr yourself? Is having three lovers and a peaceful life not good enough, after all of that!?
[ His jaw clenches. He can understand her anger, but such is the view of someone who doesn't have eternity to live. Someone for whom death can come without warning.
It's simply one of those things they cannot comprehend because they haven't lived it. ]
I do accept it, [ he says tensely. ] I am leaving it in your hands, am I not? You still don't understand just how old I am - I have lived, loved, and lost so much more than you can imagine. I have seen the rise and fall of civilisations even your historians have forgotten about.
[ He pushes her hands away, face grim. ] As I said: I am no hero. Therefore, I am not martyring myself. Such concepts are your invention. I am simply old. I have nothing more to give to our star besides stories of your past. Can you not let me die on my own terms this time?
[Irhya stares at the ground, then punches it, grinding her teeth.]
...Stupid.
[Maybe he's right, and they are just at another impasse between mortal and immortal, but it doesn't make her any happier to think that. She may have to get Hythlodaeus's advice... whether he thinks she should leave it alone or try to get him to change his mind.
Even when she stands up, she still doesn't look very happy. In fact, she glances away as she offers him her hand to help him stand as well.]
[ He can tell she doesn't like his answer. That's fine. It's his life to live or end.
Grasping her hand, he lets her pull him to his feet, stooping afterwards to collect his fallen weapon. As he brushes off the soil and grass, he wonders if there is anything left worth living for. ]
...I'm sorry, [ he says quietly as they make their way back. He doesn't know what else to say. ]
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I. Have. Lost. EVERYTHING! [ Each word punctuated by a strike of his sword. ] Everything! To a people who delight in warfare! I had accepted it. I had accepted my loss. But now I see these imbeciles rattling the sabers for war! Why can't you always be good? Why must you fight all the time? Why can't you simply share all that you have instead of squabbling over the pieces?!
[ Despite the words, he doesn't expect answers. The hollow space in his chest can't grow any emptier. He lost all trust for mortalkind long, long ago.
Hot tears blur his vision but still he fights, moving on instinct, reacting to her silhouette rather than her image. ]
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He really is fighting on raw emotion and instinct, she notes as she seeks an opportunity to make a few attacks of her own; words are lost on him right now. But even so... she has to try.]
Do you really think I'd sit back on my laurels and let that happen!? I already talked one person down from it; if any others start clamoring for blood, I'll be happy to give them some of my own. If they can take it from me.
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[ With how much strength he's putting into each blow, he'll soon quickly tire or slow - he's already starting to breathe hard. The only problem is weathering the onslaught until then. ]
This is what you seek to save? Capricious fools who will forget your lesson as soon as you disappear?!
[ In a moment when their blades lock again, he shoves her back and ignites a cartridge. With it he carves glowing blue X's in the air and they roar towards her. ]
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[A good opportunity to test her blood magic. Cutting the side of her forearm on the blade, a thin, shimmering sheen of red covers her, absorbing the oncoming energy. It breaks, and there is a little bit of spillover, scorching her sleeves a bit, but it keeps her out of the worst of it.]
Just because they're thoroughly flawed doesn't mean we just destroy it all and start over! It doesn't mean I love them any less! Even you--
[His attack clearing gives her an opportunity to launch her own. Pulling her sword around in a circle to build momentum, she launches herself at him, aiming a little to one side for fear of hurting him.]
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I just want...for man to cooperate...of their own will! Because it is the given thing to do and not only the right thing! [ he yells back. ]
[ Again the cartridge ignites. This time what roars out is a creature of blue flame, serpentine and winged. ]
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Irhya pulls off of his gunblade and stops a short distance away to catch her breath, going back into a defensive stance. Fire might be a problem.]
So what are you going to do if I don't stop you? You saw how many people shot the notion of invasion down, even that deeply set on it as she was! Before we can worry about our worlds again, we have to worry about this one, and getting pissy over people not entirely cooperating isn't the way to do it!
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The vestiges of its flames flicker and die quickly once it's gone, leaving him standing in the middle of a patch of lightly scorched earth. ]
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Probably would have had to to stack with the other tank to soak the hit.Out of the flames suddenly come a few small projectiles, and it doesn't take much to figure out that they're solidified blood by the color and texture alone. But she doesn't rest with just that, following up with a running slash through the burnt grass, hoping to knock him down.]
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He could have avoided it if he were in a clear state of mind and using everything at his disposal. But his clumsy parry sees him reeling. Then he trips over his own feet and falls. ]
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And then she breathes for a few moments, a bead of sweat dripping off the side of her face.]
Enough.
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I just want to die, [ he mumbles. ] Is that too much to ask? I'm tired, Irhya. I want to sleep. I want to see my people again.
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Hades...
[Continuing to hold his wrists with one hand, just in case, Irhya uses the other to cup his face.]
We're not going to start a war. I will make certain of that. We'll take on their trials and succeed, and then we'll get to go home. I know it hurts now, but it'll turn out all right.
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But he has to keep struggling. For Hythlodaeus' sake if no-one else's. ]
...Let me up, Irhya.
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It's just...]
Weren't you going to try and go home, though? What happened to that?
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Do you really think my people would accept me, after everything I've done?
[ Even if Hythlodaeus did find a way to bring him home, he would be exiled. He was too wild, too used to the mortal pace of time. He couldn't remember patience. ]
I wish to return home to see it one last time. Then I will take myself somewhere far away from our city and give myself to the Lifestream.
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What if...
[Irhya still doesn't know entirely what she's about to say, but it's time to toss forth whatever idea she can reach to keep him from falling down again.]
What if we went somewhere different, instead? The two of us?
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[ He slowly shakes his head before finally lifting it to meet her eyes, face drawn. ]
It is not that I don't want to be with you, but I promised Hythlodaeus I would return home with him. I can't very well leave him alone to face the Final Days.
[ He hesitates. Then adds: ] Every living creature has its time. Even we, with our long lives, knew when we had contributed all we could. You do not have to find ways to encourage me to live, Irhya.
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[It's bittersweet, appropriate, and yet not at all how she wants things to pan out. If she could just pluck the two of them from their inevitable ends and place them somewhere they'd be safe...]
No matter how you frame it, not all of them will reject you. There will be some who would see you a hero of Amaurot for trying that hard, even if many others would question your actions. It'd be too controversial to simply decide you deserve exile.
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This is where our people differ: there is no such thing as a 'hero' in Amaurot. We do not elevate others to pedestals as you do.
[ Reaching over, he rubs her head, fingers kneading gently over her ears. ]
And so I would exile myself and take the burden of debate off their shoulders. I would not offer them more reason to be divided.
[ He gazes at her steadily, eyes unblinking. His voice lowers. ] It is one thing to offer one's own life in service to others. It is quite another to take other's lives for your own purposes. Someday, perhaps you mortal races will come to understand the difference.
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And Hythlodaeus would go with you? What then? Don't tell me you plan to die together?
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[ His hand falls away and he rearranges his legs so they're crossed instead. He still sits hunched over though. ]
My mind is made up, Irhya. I would appreciate it if you respected my decision.
[ By his tone, he won't be budged from this. ]
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[Somehow, his words only incite her more when he says them diplomatically rather than with sarcastic venom. She seizes his shoulders and shakes vigorously with the following three words, drawing her face closer to his so he can see how serious she is.]
Stop! Doing! That! Like hell I'm going to let you go back to a different time just to die again!
[Her jaw clenches.]
You can live, you just don't want to even try! First it was that you couldn't accept the present, now it's that you can't accept the future. Why do you have to martyr yourself? Is having three lovers and a peaceful life not good enough, after all of that!?
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It's simply one of those things they cannot comprehend because they haven't lived it. ]
I do accept it, [ he says tensely. ] I am leaving it in your hands, am I not? You still don't understand just how old I am - I have lived, loved, and lost so much more than you can imagine. I have seen the rise and fall of civilisations even your historians have forgotten about.
[ He pushes her hands away, face grim. ] As I said: I am no hero. Therefore, I am not martyring myself. Such concepts are your invention. I am simply old. I have nothing more to give to our star besides stories of your past. Can you not let me die on my own terms this time?
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...Stupid.
[Maybe he's right, and they are just at another impasse between mortal and immortal, but it doesn't make her any happier to think that. She may have to get Hythlodaeus's advice... whether he thinks she should leave it alone or try to get him to change his mind.
Even when she stands up, she still doesn't look very happy. In fact, she glances away as she offers him her hand to help him stand as well.]
Well, come on. I'll take you back.
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Grasping her hand, he lets her pull him to his feet, stooping afterwards to collect his fallen weapon. As he brushes off the soil and grass, he wonders if there is anything left worth living for. ]
...I'm sorry, [ he says quietly as they make their way back. He doesn't know what else to say. ]
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