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Still, it does become quite tiring to hear.

[a brief exhale of a breath.]

But we may go elsewhere, as I do not particularly care to linger around a desk for conversation when I am not working.

[ something about that is very funny; aquila laughs, waving their gloved hand. ]

You and I both. You got a favorite spot in particular? We can go take a walk.

I do not object to the courtyard.

[save for the statue of his other self and the ones of the residents, it's nice? he can ignore those.]

I don't object to it, either. [ off to the courtyard they go, then! aquila keeps pace with emet-selch easily, arms folded behind their back.

it's very twilight out here, but it does feel nice! everything is very pretty still, including the statues he's ignoring. aquila glances up at him. ]

So? What do you want to talk about?

I've yet to decide if I wish to discuss the events or avoid the subject for now.

[he says, with a sigh.

he does linger a little near the chroma statues, but just a little.]

's fair.

[ they say, and come to a stop when emet does, glancing at the statues. they tilt their head, veil tilting a bit with the movement. ]

These're the ones from your Prism, yeah? Were you close to them?

One of them, at the least.

[not to say that he didn't like the others, but, you know. fret is adopted.]

[ they tilt their head a bit, birdlike. ]

Which?

[one hand rests briefly on his left wrist, though the bracelet is under his sleeve.]

This one, [he says with a nod to fret's statue.]

Fret, though I met him as Bass. We were assigned to work together.

[ aquila makes a noise, prompting him to go on? they seem to just be watching as he does this. ]

Looks young. What kind of work?

Sending others dreams, with his assistance.

[he gives them a curious glance.]

Do you not know of our histories?

Felt kinda invasive to just read all your stuff. I know enough, cause of your files, but...

[ there's a faint smile in their voice as they turn their head back to the statue. ]

...I like to get to know people myself. Think you get a better picture that way. And besides, after a shit day like this, it's nice to talk about something good, isn't it?

...I suppose.

[he finally turns from the statue.]

I had somewhat hoped this would not come to pass.

Like what happened today, you mean?

[ they continue to look at the statue for a moment longer before they turn their gaze back towards emet with a soft swish of fabric. ]

The entirety of the situation, yes.

[starting thursday night.]

[ oof. there's a moment where they hesitate, but then reach over and put a hand briefly on his arm.

with a little wryness; ] ...Did you really have any faith in that hope? [ because you don't really seem like the optimist, emet ]

[he isn't fully expecting that, and almost reflexively pulls his arm away.]

...Not fully. But there are some I know who I think would insist I hope for it regardless.

[ they don't react to that at all!

aquila huffs a little though. ]

Prism taught you to be an optimist? Or someone in specific?

One or two in specific, yes.

[ there's a beat.

and then, playfully: ] Welllll? You gonna tell me about them?

[conversely, his tone is a bit more short

but that's probably easily explained by the answer, which is:]

He is who I am here for.

[ ah. the short tone doesn't bother them, really, either, though they do somber up a bit. ]

Your hostage. Vax'ildan, wasn't it?

[ that's the name. ] It's sort of silly to say 'he must be important to you', considering. You wanna tell me about him?

...not right now.

[not when this has proven to be another place where death is apparently going to happen. he doesn't exactly want to think about being here for vax, or what he might think of it.]

Tell me later, then. Always like stories like that.

[ that comes with a hum; they're not really discouraged by that, either. with that, they do turn gracefully on their heel and start to resume their walk, should emet follow along. ]

Anyway. You wanna talk about today? What was the dumbest thing that happened? Put the death stuff aside. Bitch about something stupid.

[he does follow along! and, at the question about the dumbest thing that happened:]

Theorizing that she had-- eaten the butterflies.

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