CHULANE
Her touch was most welcome, a gentle gesture, a hint that she accepted the little tokens of affection he offered, that she wanted to return them. He didn't know how else to be, how else to express himself, to show that he cared for her a great deal. He so longed to be brave enough to speak openly about the emotions that swirled within him whenever he thought of her, whenever he saw her, held her, spent time with her; but he was also afraid to burst the safe little bubble they had formed around them, of stolen smiles, soft laughs and warm embraces. It felt too soon, like they had only just met, and yet, here they were anyway, letting their emotions grow and develop, sharing experiences, both mundane and mystical, and coming out the other side of them together.
Soft words spoken, and Chuy could only admire the resilience that she and the other Grounders showed - he had been witness to it already, at ground zero, and he prayed (though again, to who exactly he wasn't sure) that they never had to show such resilience again, that they would never be subject to the whims of such dangerous, powerful mystical forces that barely involved them. He keeps chewing, trying to focus on the flavour of the roast meat rather than get lost in the tragedy of lives so recently lost.
Child sacrifice. The guards who sacrificed themselves in the defence of their home. So much death, all of it unnecessary, in Chuy's eyes. But who could be so heartless as to offer their own child in sacrifice, and to what? Protect a school? "I have even less of an explanation than you," he said in response, a little bit of a hopeless look on his face. "Such whims of gods and seasons is still quite new and hard for me to fathom." He shook his head slightly. Having been in Halo for some time now, having immersed himself with the culture, the people, and even the temporary residents, he had heard tales of the Launceleyn family, though the ones he had met directly (Loren and Neron) had not fit the narrative that was told for the other one, this Zariah.
The Academy had been something Chuy had so desired to visit, to learn what he could about magical, even if only in a theoretical sense. But the rules were strict, and it would seem that in being only an attuned, he was not permitted to even borrow a book, or sit as witness to others practicing, so that he might gleam a deeper understanding of that which he might never get to wield himself. It was something he had come to peace with quickly - the knowledge and books that Jigano had lent him would suffice, and besides, he was a healer the mundane way, with clean bandages and water, time and rest.
"I still cannot imagine that someone with so much power and influence could be so blinded as to the effects their own actions could have on others - on an entire city." Whether he was talking about this Eirachi or the woman Zariah was unclear - perhaps his words fit both narratives. "But then, maybe I shouldn't be so surprised," he sighed, and kept eating. His world had been full of such selfish people, had it not? Moguls, billionaires, hoarders of wealth and influence who only sought to grow their own wealth despite the damage it did to the rest of the population, to the very environment and world they all shared. One day, they too would face a disaster that their money and influence couldn't stop, and then the entire world would pay the price.
"My world was full of selfish assholes as well." He supplied with a soft grin hoping to turn the conversation back to a lighter mood, to move on from the deaths, to return to the here and now.
Soft words spoken, and Chuy could only admire the resilience that she and the other Grounders showed - he had been witness to it already, at ground zero, and he prayed (though again, to who exactly he wasn't sure) that they never had to show such resilience again, that they would never be subject to the whims of such dangerous, powerful mystical forces that barely involved them. He keeps chewing, trying to focus on the flavour of the roast meat rather than get lost in the tragedy of lives so recently lost.
Child sacrifice. The guards who sacrificed themselves in the defence of their home. So much death, all of it unnecessary, in Chuy's eyes. But who could be so heartless as to offer their own child in sacrifice, and to what? Protect a school? "I have even less of an explanation than you," he said in response, a little bit of a hopeless look on his face. "Such whims of gods and seasons is still quite new and hard for me to fathom." He shook his head slightly. Having been in Halo for some time now, having immersed himself with the culture, the people, and even the temporary residents, he had heard tales of the Launceleyn family, though the ones he had met directly (Loren and Neron) had not fit the narrative that was told for the other one, this Zariah.
The Academy had been something Chuy had so desired to visit, to learn what he could about magical, even if only in a theoretical sense. But the rules were strict, and it would seem that in being only an attuned, he was not permitted to even borrow a book, or sit as witness to others practicing, so that he might gleam a deeper understanding of that which he might never get to wield himself. It was something he had come to peace with quickly - the knowledge and books that Jigano had lent him would suffice, and besides, he was a healer the mundane way, with clean bandages and water, time and rest.
"I still cannot imagine that someone with so much power and influence could be so blinded as to the effects their own actions could have on others - on an entire city." Whether he was talking about this Eirachi or the woman Zariah was unclear - perhaps his words fit both narratives. "But then, maybe I shouldn't be so surprised," he sighed, and kept eating. His world had been full of such selfish people, had it not? Moguls, billionaires, hoarders of wealth and influence who only sought to grow their own wealth despite the damage it did to the rest of the population, to the very environment and world they all shared. One day, they too would face a disaster that their money and influence couldn't stop, and then the entire world would pay the price.
"My world was full of selfish assholes as well." He supplied with a soft grin hoping to turn the conversation back to a lighter mood, to move on from the deaths, to return to the here and now.
it is better to know some of the questions
than all of the answers
than all of the answers
