[an arched brow, his tone faintly amused. his kind are magical as hell, all right.
but he's more somber, when chiron says it sounds beautiful.]
It was beautiful, once. Radiant and sparkling, each life vital and vibrant. The world as it is pales in comparison-- not even so much as a moon compared to the sun. A candle, perhaps.
And this world is duller still, for my lack of sight.
'Tis not so easy to peer into one's own... but I may.
[he doesn't say what it might be, though. that much seems to be for him alone.]
...I imagine yours to be verdant, tinged with grey; muted, but no less striking for it. An evenness without becoming completely colorless, its deep shade a reminder there is more than merely the surface.
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[an arched brow, his tone faintly amused. his kind are magical as hell, all right.
but he's more somber, when chiron says it sounds beautiful.]
It was beautiful, once. Radiant and sparkling, each life vital and vibrant. The world as it is pales in comparison-- not even so much as a moon compared to the sun. A candle, perhaps.
And this world is duller still, for my lack of sight.
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Though, ah... his slightless eyes tick up when he hears the somber tone]
Yes... the world must seem so incredibly dull to your eyes now.
[another reminder of everything emet has left. There truly is no escape for him]
Do you know the color of your own soul...?
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[he doesn't say what it might be, though. that much seems to be for him alone.]
...I imagine yours to be verdant, tinged with grey; muted, but no less striking for it. An evenness without becoming completely colorless, its deep shade a reminder there is more than merely the surface.
One builds certain associations, over the ages.
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He had not asked, but wondered, and is momentarily caught off-guard by the detail of the answer granted to him.
Eventually he will smile a little to himself]
I would not doubt that you are correct.
... If I do not disappear immediately when our time here is finished, you may check if you like.