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[Zatanna almost didn't go through with the announcement. She was tired of them. Of having to go on the public network and tell everyone about the disappearance of yet one more person close to her. After three years...and more discussion on the subject than she ever wanted to have again...]
[But then she found his scrapbook. The one he had started all those years ago, trying to record as many memories and notes of people that had come and gone. A way to honor their memory. After a time, it had become a shared project of theirs. He'd shown her the entries for Dick and Kyle and Pepper and Finnick and so many others. Now she had another name to add to it. As it was, the book could just barely be visible behind her, sitting on a chair with the beginnings of a new entry already jotted down at the top of what she knew would wind up being several pages long:]
Jack Frost is gone.
[To her credit, her voice was steady. Her face was freshly washed, hair combed. There were no signs of the tears that had fallen upon realization earlier. No evidence of her heartache. Only the slightest hint of reddened eyes from when she'd had to speak to some of the local children earlier.]
[Jack's children. The ones he used to play with in the park.]
[Her eyes lowered to a twin set of figurines sitting on the edge of her table. Two little turtles. Hand carved. After a long, contemplative pause, she turned the two of them so that their noses touched. In between the empty space formed a small heart. A Secret that had taken her far too long to figure out.]
The Welcome Center will continue on as normal. In case anyone was wondering.
And before anyone asks--[because she knows they will]--I'm fine. I'm...almost used to it by now.
[One of the biggest lies she'd ever told. She could deal. She could carry on. But she would never get used to it.]
[But then she found his scrapbook. The one he had started all those years ago, trying to record as many memories and notes of people that had come and gone. A way to honor their memory. After a time, it had become a shared project of theirs. He'd shown her the entries for Dick and Kyle and Pepper and Finnick and so many others. Now she had another name to add to it. As it was, the book could just barely be visible behind her, sitting on a chair with the beginnings of a new entry already jotted down at the top of what she knew would wind up being several pages long:]
Jack Frost is gone.
[To her credit, her voice was steady. Her face was freshly washed, hair combed. There were no signs of the tears that had fallen upon realization earlier. No evidence of her heartache. Only the slightest hint of reddened eyes from when she'd had to speak to some of the local children earlier.]
[Jack's children. The ones he used to play with in the park.]
[Her eyes lowered to a twin set of figurines sitting on the edge of her table. Two little turtles. Hand carved. After a long, contemplative pause, she turned the two of them so that their noses touched. In between the empty space formed a small heart. A Secret that had taken her far too long to figure out.]
The Welcome Center will continue on as normal. In case anyone was wondering.
And before anyone asks--[because she knows they will]--I'm fine. I'm...almost used to it by now.
[One of the biggest lies she'd ever told. She could deal. She could carry on. But she would never get used to it.]
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As do I. It would be nice to know we've gotten through this with nothing spells cannot repair a bit.
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[She wasn't just being glib; having spent most of her life relying on her magic for a lot of the big things, it was still unnerving to think of things affecting her or the people she cared about that she could do nothing to help with.]
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Perhaps they do not wish for us to grow too used to anything here, whoever run the universe. Possible, right?
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More than possible.
Considering, in the--what, four?--years I've been here, I've lived in like half a dozen different places...been through at least two Emperors that I know of...first there were no soul gems, then there were soul gems...oh, and the soul lanterns in between...and the locals...
If nothing else, I can say I was right all those years ago: this place is hardly boring.
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[He pauses, counting on his fingers as he thinks it over now. There was the year he first arrived, marked by Malicant's arrival itself, Combeferre, turning 14 again, for a week and Eshai's presence and warning, the year of the war, and his attempted news broadcast that was not meant to be, and Evandau and losing friends everywhere, and Taraja, and losing Emperor and some of the Hatchlings, the war continuing, the lost year, and then this...And he looks up, shaking his head.]
I remember when we hadn't the faintest idea of what bound our souls, when we tried to take a lantern from the palace, no permission given, [He thinks of Damien especially, for that, somehow.] and then our housing and now...all of this. If nothing else, we've seen a lot of change here, those of us in it for the long haul.
...Do you regret your choice to stay, when you were asked it? Because I cannot say I fully do, but there are times it does feel...weighty...
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I had my reasons for staying. Just because one of them finally up and disappeared on me doesn't mean the others aren't still there.
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No use dwelling on it now, though. We both made our choices, and it's not like another opportunity will be popping up anytime soon.
[...that she's aware of.]
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And I'm good, but I'm not that good.
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I mean, even Eshai never had that kind of power....I don't think?
[She actually had to stop and consider that for a moment. Bringing people to this world from different points in time and space wasn't the same, right?]
...no, she couldn't have. No way.
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Something in the palace should have told us if that were possible...I should assume.
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Oh, yeah. Because they're always been so forthcoming with all their information.
It's not like it took how long before we even knew why we were here in the first place?
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Still, Enjolras ponders the last point carefully.]
It was actually not so long for me until we were actually told. Perhaps...three or four months of being here. How long was it then, for you old timers?
[The irony of referring to himself as one of those when he's one of the older fixtures here doesn't escape him, mind you.]
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[She was only 18, gosh]
And...I don't remember, exactly. More than half a year for me, but then there were people who'd been around for close to a year before that, even.
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One of the first times we spoke I was complaining because I had been de-aged during that spell, to a fourteen year old and inadvertently insulted you because you had been one not so long ago as that.
Unless we've slept for well over a hundred years, as in some of the tales, of course, I think you are in no danger of me forgetting your age truly.
[And THEN:]
...you haven't got a spindle to hand, have you?
Old guard, is perhaps the better way to say it, then?
Close to a year...then no. That seems as though it would have been unerringly cruel on Eshai's part, and she was no empress...emperor to indulge in idle bouts of that.
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[It was a good system. It worked for her.]
...well, the "cruel" part is forever up for debate, considering some of the things she did threaten to pull.
Otherwise, you have a point. Or several points, I suppose.
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And hey, thinking about not pissing people off means he's obviously less likely to do it, so, yeah, definitely a win all around.]
All right, that IS a good point. Still, the majority of those seem rooted in a different place than out and out pulling it out just because. It seems that to Eshai at least, everything did have its purpose. Its own fairly often rather dark, but justified in her own mind purpose.
Ah points upon points then. ...We ARE talking rather thin ones the higher they advance...
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[...okay that was kind of a weird metaphor. Though not entirely inaccurate.]
Anyways, adding one more on top...I guess the moral of all this is that we won't truly know what we don't know until we finally know it. You know?
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I suppose we must be careful they do not manage to do it anyway, somehow.
[It IS isn't it? And there's still a lot to be careful with here.]
I AM always up for more to consider, mind.
[And he's nodding, though it can't be seen and it hurts his neck a bit.] The path to wisdom so I am told is recognizing all that we do not know, you know?
[That's said in a gently teasing tone now.]
There IS a great truth in that, though. How else DO we know that we know something than realizing it was not ours before? There doesn't seem to be a way.
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Why do I get the feeling you're starting to go all philosophical on me?
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Well, I AM a little drugged at the moment.
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[No offense intended. But if he was still in such a condition to need drugs still, well...]
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Likely soon. I believe I AM disturbing a few people. The fog's slowed down the healing process but I may be pushing limits somewhere.
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