[ And that too comes with its own weight. But the notion of the memory that rises in Yzak's mind has an unfortunate familiarity to it. Of brokenheartedness and anger, of collecting the pieces of another person's life and sealing it away in a box. Something he's done for comrades during wartime - something he'd done just as painfully for Dearka once, when he thought he was dead. The difference for Blue was that those other boxes were sent away to family, to loved ones back home. Whereas his, it remained under their bed in a room that Yzak couldn't bear to be in after that except to sleep and shower.
But those belongings being able to be returned to someone is such a rare, almost miraculous occasion. ]
[ He nods. ] Any and everything of ours we wanted to bring back with us. [ Yzak would have been pretty pissed off if he couldn't take back all of the small amulets and charms he'd been collecting from different worlds. And he would have lost his mind completely, if he had to give up the small ring Blue had gifted him. Though he no longer needed to use it as a pin, he wasn't quite sure what to do with it since it didn't fit on any of his fingers. But he always kept it - keeps it close. ]
Since we weren't going to be staying on the station anymore. A majority of us, anyway. Because we ... finished what we set out to do. We completed our objective.
[the trinkets, the treasures...the gifts made for him by Yzak and the others... they were here? even as Yzak goes on, Blue's gaze trails about, as though expecting to see it all in place, as though it were the room. not so, but still...
finally pulls his focus back, unblinking.]
...What happened? [moments ago, it seemed exhausting and too daunting to even ask, but even so--]
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[ And that too comes with its own weight. But the notion of the memory that rises in Yzak's mind has an unfortunate familiarity to it. Of brokenheartedness and anger, of collecting the pieces of another person's life and sealing it away in a box. Something he's done for comrades during wartime - something he'd done just as painfully for Dearka once, when he thought he was dead. The difference for Blue was that those other boxes were sent away to family, to loved ones back home. Whereas his, it remained under their bed in a room that Yzak couldn't bear to be in after that except to sleep and shower.
But those belongings being able to be returned to someone is such a rare, almost miraculous occasion. ]
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Since we weren't going to be staying on the station anymore. A majority of us, anyway. Because we ... finished what we set out to do. We completed our objective.
... Finally.
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finally pulls his focus back, unblinking.]
...What happened? [moments ago, it seemed exhausting and too daunting to even ask, but even so--]