Week Six

[letsplayamod]

You've survived, for lack of better wording, the latest week of trials and tribulations. This one had been more costly than most: Typhon's machinations have brought your group to nearly half the size it was when Athena first brought you to this island. Whether it ends with him or with you is still too soon to make out. One thing's for certain. Things cannot be allowed to continue as they are.

Speaking of continuing, the next floor has been revealed to you. Just how far down this island goes is a bit of a mystery, but you get the feeling that you're close to something important. Maybe that thing Athena wanted you to find before Typhon does. You can ruminate on that as you watch the waters below. Waves still lap at the cliffs, but it all seems lower than it did weeks ago. Like the ocean itself is shrinking...

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[taintedfayth]

[Seymour listens in silence, intending to give Ivilezlei that final courtesy so that the two of them can finally go their separate ways with a clear conscience. Leb had said that he didn't owe Ivilezlei anything; whether that's true or not, he doesn't want to feel like he does, and so he's willing to hear the other man out even if he doesn't actually want to hear any of it.

But as he listens, his expression slowly crumples, until at last he can hold it in no longer and:]

Don't--

[It's rasped, thin and strained, like a wounded animal backed into a corner.

He doesn't want to know this. He doesn't want to know any of this. He doesn't want to know how close he came to being able to have something for himself that wasn't just more misery, to know that if Zvei had just made a different decision...

... and to be reminded that in the end, no matter what the world, his fate will always be the same.

(There is no place for him. There never has been.)]

[necromants]

[Was it cruelty to explain himself? Was it selfish to decide to do that instead of simply leave Seymour be? He's not sure. Ivilezlei's memories can't guide him through this, and Zvei's are entirely useless. But even if it was selfish and cruel, there isn't any taking any of this back either. At the very least, he has said what he wanted to say, and can simply leave it well enough alone now. Whatever happens next is Seymour's decision, and he doesn't anticipate that will be an easy one - for either of them.]

...My apologies. I wanted you to know the truth, but perhaps it would have been better if I had simply...

[Let Seymour go. For his own good.

He exhales, rubbing the back of his neck before shaking his head and abandoning that thought.]

I've said all I have to say. I won't trouble you again.

[And the part of him that is still undoubtedly, undeniably Zvei hates that he can't convince himself to keep fighting.]

[taintedfayth]

[It's a long moment before he can reel his mind back in from the tumult of emotions assailing it, and longer still before he can muster up the wherewithal to speak.]

You have already troubled me more than enough.

[His tone is clipped, acrid, the violet of his eyes as stormy as the ocean that extends beyond the barrier. He hates this. He hates Zvei, he hates Ivilezlei, he hates himself, and most of all, he hates the part of him that can't stop loving Zvei even though he no longer wants to.]

I am glad you understand that much.

[He feels like he's drowning, and the one person who could pull him out is the one person he can't reach out to.]

[necromants]

[That's it, then. There's nothing more to be said, and he has little choice but to accept Seymour's wishes. Let him go, because continuing to hurt him won't do any good for either of them.

He doesn't nod, or acknowledge Seymour's words verbally, instead turning and taking his leave. Eventually he'll wander out entirely, leaving the living behind with the other dead before the connection abruptly breaks.]