[ Mondstadt may have well called her before Fontaine did, if fate had been different. Furina's gaining her own footing among the city that survived the great flood – but there's something that is something idealistic about traveling free of duties... lost for nothing more than a passion for the arts.
Unfortunately, she still feels unworthy. ]
That purpose is quite murky, is it not?. Never have I thought there would be a chance to see anything other than what I had to do...
[ Even if she was so tired, so lonely. Neuvillette sets his plate down and Furina sits a bit straighter, as if she knows one of those verbose lectures were on the horizon.
She was right, but there's something different.
Word by word, there's humanity there. It's raw and it reads between fanciful lines and loses itself with formalities. ]
The oceans will always be there, but will you be?
[ He says he'll support her... that she won't be alone. Her question is simple, a confirmation to a clause that was deeper than the agreements Focalors had engrained into the Archonhood and Iudex's position. ]
You've taken a lead role, my Iudex... from supporting to center stage is something different. My step back has allowed you to reclaim what was once taken from you, to live to be the ruler the people need. [ And then, her voice cracks – that facade washes away like seafoam. ] I don't remember days without you at my side, but our relationship is different now.
( In truth, these might be borrowed emotions learned after years of observing and living among humans. How they register in his mind and heart will never truly make immediate sense to him. Humanity isn't a skill acquired from books, so no matter how many trials he judges, or how many reports he writes up: what's left behind is true loneliness. The kind only another divine being could fathom.
The rain keeps pelting onto windows outside. He still can't forgive himself for allowing Furina to suffer all those years. As her... Iudex. Friend? As a fellow leader, he should have paid her more attention. )
I, too, will not rule forever, I'm afraid. Although that is something people should not be concerned about for a long time. I can only hope I am the leader people will be happy to follow until the next one rises to the occasion.
Palais Mermonia might be busy these days, but part of me can't help but feel like it's a dim reflection of what it used to be the years you resided in it. Well, I will also say, Sedene is very fond of the cake you used to like now.
I understand you wish to keep your distance from all those centuries, Lady Furina. We don't have to label what we are now. I'm not sure how people would label us. I also don't consider myself an entity ruling over you, either. In my eyes, you are still an equal, so perhaps that's what we will always be.
It goes without saying, yes. I do have authority over the oceans, do I not? My decision is thus: I'll always be here.
( Well, is she thrilled that she knows him so well? She sure got her verbose essay. )
[ Even the thought of him not being there – in some capacity in Fontaine – has Furina feel oddly tense. He'd been at her side and now as she's adjusting to the distances she has to impose on herself...
To separate Focalors and Furina. To live her own life. ]
I'm glad. I hope the halls still smell like that sweet creme. She has a mighty task to live up to ordering as often as I did from the bakery near the plaza.
[ But, even her flip-floppy way of addressing the situation falls short. Her eyes tremble when Neuvillette's words become more sincere, more raw. It was like she was looking more to a man, than an incarnate of draconic origin. ]
...Is your throat not parched from such long-winding words that follow the flow of Fontaine? [ She laughs, perhaps the first genuine kind in a long while. Her eyes try to shut tight enough to keep tears from trickling down but she fails. Doubling over just enough to cut into her cake to hide it. ] Well then. If you're here, do sample and partake in the finest things Fontaine can provide us. Culinary comfort in confections and... the company of ones we hold dear. Perhaps we can find ourselves here more often, sharing.
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Unfortunately, she still feels unworthy. ]
That purpose is quite murky, is it not?. Never have I thought there would be a chance to see anything other than what I had to do...
[ Even if she was so tired, so lonely. Neuvillette sets his plate down and Furina sits a bit straighter, as if she knows one of those verbose lectures were on the horizon.
She was right, but there's something different.
Word by word, there's humanity there. It's raw and it reads between fanciful lines and loses itself with formalities. ]
The oceans will always be there, but will you be?
[ He says he'll support her... that she won't be alone. Her question is simple, a confirmation to a clause that was deeper than the agreements Focalors had engrained into the Archonhood and Iudex's position. ]
You've taken a lead role, my Iudex... from supporting to center stage is something different. My step back has allowed you to reclaim what was once taken from you, to live to be the ruler the people need. [ And then, her voice cracks – that facade washes away like seafoam. ] I don't remember days without you at my side, but our relationship is different now.
[ The honesty slips through her words. ]
I do not know what we should be.
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The rain keeps pelting onto windows outside. He still can't forgive himself for allowing Furina to suffer all those years. As her... Iudex. Friend? As a fellow leader, he should have paid her more attention. )
I, too, will not rule forever, I'm afraid. Although that is something people should not be concerned about for a long time. I can only hope I am the leader people will be happy to follow until the next one rises to the occasion.
Palais Mermonia might be busy these days, but part of me can't help but feel like it's a dim reflection of what it used to be the years you resided in it. Well, I will also say, Sedene is very fond of the cake you used to like now.
I understand you wish to keep your distance from all those centuries, Lady Furina. We don't have to label what we are now. I'm not sure how people would label us. I also don't consider myself an entity ruling over you, either. In my eyes, you are still an equal, so perhaps that's what we will always be.
It goes without saying, yes. I do have authority over the oceans, do I not? My decision is thus: I'll always be here.
( Well, is she thrilled that she knows him so well? She sure got her verbose essay. )
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To separate Focalors and Furina.
To live her own life. ]
I'm glad. I hope the halls still smell like that sweet creme. She has a mighty task to live up to ordering as often as I did from the bakery near the plaza.
[ But, even her flip-floppy way of addressing the situation falls short. Her eyes tremble when Neuvillette's words become more sincere, more raw. It was like she was looking more to a man, than an incarnate of draconic origin. ]
...Is your throat not parched from such long-winding words that follow the flow of Fontaine? [ She laughs, perhaps the first genuine kind in a long while. Her eyes try to shut tight enough to keep tears from trickling down but she fails. Doubling over just enough to cut into her cake to hide it. ] Well then. If you're here, do sample and partake in the finest things Fontaine can provide us. Culinary comfort in confections and... the company of ones we hold dear. Perhaps we can find ourselves here more often, sharing.