[legacy]

[antreegonist]

*at some point in time, there are two knights walking slowly back towards the castle and through the Great Hall, should anyone be looking for them.*

Comments

[brotagonist]

...

So this isn't just about finding our memories and staying here, huh...

[...looks to Mithos again; THIS IS REALLY UNEXPECTED]

[antreegonist]

*WORRIED...HAND GESTURE. looks from Lloyd to Beauty and Mal*

Can we have a minute?

[sobstory]

Of course. It is unexpected... please, take your time.

[maladaptive]

Hmph. Not all of us make rash decisions, after all.

[can you really say that Mal]

[brotagonist]

[ACTUALLY DOES GIVE HER AN "UM REALLY" SORT OF RAISED EYEBROWS LOOK before nodding to them both and turning to Mithos]

[antreegonist]

*added a tiny half-amused huff to that -- but yes. okay. yes*

It got out there, after all.

[brotagonist]

[presumably we have moved away a bit etc for PRIVATE CONVERSING]

How? He just put it into the roots down there or whatever, and—

[antreegonist]

And it popped out in the world? Like a daisy?

[brotagonist]

[WAVES. HIS HANDS]

Why is a daisy what you're thinking of here?!

[antreegonist]

I don't know this is really sudden!

[brotagonist]

I didn't think it did anything. Or anything that would happen for a long time, anyway.

[antreegonist]

It's not like lots of things haven't moved fast here, though.

[brotagonist]

Yeah, we just didn't see any signs that something happened... you didn't expect this either.

[antreegonist]

No.

[brotagonist]

[takes a deep breath, straightening up]

[antreegonist]

What do you want to do?

[brotagonist]

This isn't just a legacy thing. They're talking about leaving Aather.

[antreegonist]

I know.

[brotagonist]

[puts a hand over his face and laughs, kind of helplessly]

Hell— it was never going to be us. We were going to stick it out...

[antreegonist]

*stony-faced . . . but takes Lloyd's other hand in both of his*

[brotagonist]

[squeezes it and looks back at him through his fingers, half elated and half kind of wrecked; his feelings are all over his face]

[antreegonist]

...it wouldn't be the end, hey?

[brotagonist]

Of course it wouldn't. Just—

[antreegonist]

*squeezes his hand, too. Lloyd can see in his face where he's holding together at the edges, probably.*

[brotagonist]

[...squeezes back harder. softly]

We're the ones who put this there, though. And— it worked.