[ Okay, here's your memory. The rift shifts around them, and takes them to the room of a loresman.
Harpocrates was one of the few people who cared for you as a person, rather than a prince or a Dominant. As a child, he had always seemed to contain more wisdom than all of Castle Whitewrym's libraries combined, while treating you as gently as a gardener treats their blooms.
You always wished that you could've learned more from him, but battle awaited.
Harpocrates only knew you as a child, and had left Oriflamme before he could ever see you grow into an adult. And because of that, it's difficult to face him now. You have disappointed so many people in your life, but they had all remained faceless. Nothing but screams and jeers to torment your nightmares.
You hadn't needed to look any of them in the eye.
And yet, as if it were twenty years prior, he treats you with kindness still. You can tell he still has faith in you, believes in you, and it breaks your heart knowing you will disappoint him once more.
... You cannot take this flower because you will not return from Origin.
Though the ache that stems from wishing you could lingers, even as the memory fades. ]
He is a man with many names. [ none of which dion can remember (this is a joke) ] Though I know him as Ifrit. He is the leader of the rebel group which I am currently assisting.
I believe that if anyone should hope to win, it will be him. Regardless, we will face oblivion if we do not accept this battle, so there is little to lose.
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[ Okay, here's your memory. The rift shifts around them, and takes them to the room of a loresman.
You always wished that you could've learned more from him, but battle awaited.
Harpocrates only knew you as a child, and had left Oriflamme before he could ever see you grow into an adult. And because of that, it's difficult to face him now. You have disappointed so many people in your life, but they had all remained faceless. Nothing but screams and jeers to torment your nightmares.
You hadn't needed to look any of them in the eye.
And yet, as if it were twenty years prior, he treats you with kindness still. You can tell he still has faith in you, believes in you, and it breaks your heart knowing you will disappoint him once more.
... You cannot take this flower because you will not return from Origin.
Though the ache that stems from wishing you could lingers, even as the memory fades. ]
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I apologize for intruding on your memories, Dion-sama.
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[ he just shrugs ]
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You must really look up to that man.
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Yes. He was an ever patient teacher. Without him, I shudder to think what sort of close-minded noble I may have grown to be.
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I never thought I would see him again...
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Who was the one with you?
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He is a man with many names. [ none of which dion can remember (this is a joke) ] Though I know him as Ifrit. He is the leader of the rebel group which I am currently assisting.
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What is he rebelling against?
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Now he means to fight a god.
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What are his chances?
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I believe that if anyone should hope to win, it will be him. Regardless, we will face oblivion if we do not accept this battle, so there is little to lose.
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[ well, facing a god would do that, he supposes. ]
You must put a lot of trust into him.
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It really does sound like you were pulled here at a rather inconvenient time.
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[ o: ]
Do you also long to return to your inn?
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It feels awfully irresponsible of me to not be there.