[Serph lets out a long breath, a sigh not unlike Jayce's own. Yes, she is. A girl with black hair -- unheard of, in a sea of people with hair in every colour under the cloudy sky -- who didn't know how to fight and spoke of things they had never seen or heard of. His conversations with her made him feel... like there was more to living than fighting.
But the mysteries that lay with her... he wishes he had been given time to talk when they reunited so briefly. To try and understand what it was that happened five years ago, to try and unravel the tangled thread of their unremembered past. Unfortunately, that choice was not in his hands.]
We were told she is our creator.
[Something that would have upset the balance of their perception of her perhaps, if they had known. But somehow, he suspects that quality wouldn't have mattered to him. Doesn't matter to him.]
[ he can share this sort of comradery. jayce reaches over to give the celestial's shoulder curve a squeeze, pat, before falling off to his own lap. jayce's hand is freezing. the little blood that pools in him isn't warm with a heartbeat that's barely there to generate the heat. ]
Maybe that's all you need of her.
[ of her, at least. jayce at least knows that it's what he would've liked, deep down. everyone makes mistakes— he'd like to think that not everything between them had just been a cover up. ]
Well, it's been nice sharing this quiet moment with Jayce. But they both have things to do, though he does make a note to check in on Jayce again some time in the future; the cessation of hunger and his oddly chilly touch are strange. Is it normal for what he is becoming? Hard to say without more data.
With a nod, Serph shifts so he's no longer leaning against Jayce's truck and makes ready to be on his way.]
[ that leaves him to finish whatever it was that was still left to do in the truck— but there's not much. he's not going to kill himself over rubbing the metal spotless when it's at least free of the bloodbath on the cargo bed. it was a good visit.
jayce reminds himself to do the same for the man, at some point. just to say hello. he was a friend that much deserved it. ]
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But the mysteries that lay with her... he wishes he had been given time to talk when they reunited so briefly. To try and understand what it was that happened five years ago, to try and unravel the tangled thread of their unremembered past. Unfortunately, that choice was not in his hands.]
We were told she is our creator.
[Something that would have upset the balance of their perception of her perhaps, if they had known. But somehow, he suspects that quality wouldn't have mattered to him. Doesn't matter to him.]
But to us, she is our comrade.
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Maybe that's all you need of her.
[ of her, at least. jayce at least knows that it's what he would've liked, deep down. everyone makes mistakes— he'd like to think that not everything between them had just been a cover up. ]
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Well, it's been nice sharing this quiet moment with Jayce. But they both have things to do, though he does make a note to check in on Jayce again some time in the future; the cessation of hunger and his oddly chilly touch are strange. Is it normal for what he is becoming? Hard to say without more data.
With a nod, Serph shifts so he's no longer leaning against Jayce's truck and makes ready to be on his way.]
Look after yourself, Jayce.
[He'll see you around, buddy.]
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[ that leaves him to finish whatever it was that was still left to do in the truck— but there's not much. he's not going to kill himself over rubbing the metal spotless when it's at least free of the bloodbath on the cargo bed. it was a good visit.
jayce reminds himself to do the same for the man, at some point. just to say hello. he was a friend that much deserved it. ]