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grabs by the throat ([personal profile] maladied) wrote2025-11-07 05:23 pm
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[personal profile] physalia 2025-12-13 07:57 am (UTC)(link)
My time in the abyss was...complicated. And yet I emerged on the other side, having gambled it all and somehow succeeded.

[That is to say...she still shares Y'shtola's optimism that they will complete this successfully, regardless of how these past few days—weeks—have felt like miniature lifetimes passing, each of them the lifetime of their own star.]

And your hopes for after, forgiving me my nosiness? [If she dares speak them...How long will it be before all of them become comfortable once again with daydreams and hopes and wishes?]
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[personal profile] avocations 2025-12-13 08:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ And they may gamble it all here too, and if history proves to repeat itself… they will succeed.

Ah, she really is an optimistic person in spite of everything. It’s why she has no trouble with speaking of her future as if it’s certain. ]


To continue my search for knowledge… after I work to restore my star, and ensure that Meteor is well.
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[personal profile] physalia 2025-12-13 08:46 am (UTC)(link)
[She really is. For all Y'shtola is a pragmatic person—and she certainly is that—there's something of a dreamer in her, too.

Nobody with such lofty, often unhinged ideas couldn't be one, at least a little, surely.
]

May the world that emerges from your efforts enjoy a clear sky for a long time to come, so you can all reunite beneath it.

[It must still be possible to achieve the salvation of Y'shtola's world that she so passionately desired enough to earn a granted wish. It must be enough for all of them. Has she let go of some of that blame? Will she return to her world lighter?]

And then we may meet again one day when all is said and done. Your place at the seabed will be awaiting you.
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[personal profile] avocations 2025-12-13 09:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her smile softens, gaze settling on the curry sat in front of her. ]

May you escape the clutches of fate. If anyone would manage it, I know you would.

[ She looks up, now, tilting her head. ]

After all, I will come knocking on your door one day, demanding you lead me to your secrets.

[ There’s meaning underneath her words, a real promise that settles neatly under all the things that must be accomplished first. ]