Sitting at one of the booths, contemplating life over a cup of coffee or whatever the cafe has on offer right this moment. There's a frown settled on her lips as she stares into her cup, but movement catches her attention and she looks up. ]
[ Dainsleif has never been convinced more than ever that participation in this is just going to damn them completely, but it is hard to know what the next move is to make in order to prevent another reocurrence.
Regardless... ]
...I can't say.
Part of me hopes that what happened up until the end may be enough to stay someone's hands. However, desperation, among other things, can overtake people's senses with ease.
In the end, it will be only actions that convince anyone of anything.
Perhaps. Though, I will warn you that I haven't had friends in a long time.
And, I can't promise I will be someone who can properly support others emotionally in their time of need.
If you don't mind me being this way, then...
[ Dainsleif knows it's not presenting himself in the best manner, but he has never claimed to anyone to be a good person. There had to be a reason so many people found it easy to leave him behind, after all...though, maybe he shouldn't be thinking like that, either.
But other than trust, maybe he's afraid of failing others too. ]
[ Once upon a time, Dainsleif is certain the motions of doing so was easier. But, when all is said and done, and someone is suffering before his very eyes, he can't bridge the gap. It was the same with the Traveler's sibling...when he couldn't even reach out properly. ]
...But, if you don't mind, then we can be friends.
[ He crosses his arms, feeling the heat of the threat in full (jokingly) ]
Metaphors and words can be quite the fierce weapon when used well against others. Even, dare I say it, positive ones.
[ Then, Dainsleif shakes his head, as if he can't believe what he's saying. It's almost like he's among a far more lighter setting, even if those days have left him centuries ago. ]
To be honest, I didn't expect to be talking like this...but, a little bit of levity can be like a balm to the soul.
[ She didn't expect it from Dainsleif either, but it seems like maybe it was something he needed. ]
It's really important. I know it can feel like it doesn't fit sometimes, but... without being able to smile from time to time along the way, all we can think about is the pain we feel.
[ There's a little more sincerity in her smile now, weighty in its gentleness. ]
If we don't have some good out there to remind us it exists, I think it's easy to lose sight of the light at the end of the tunnel.
...I'd quip about not smiling in centuries, but then I would be forced to call myself a terrible liar, and that would not do.
[ Dainsleif is very self-aware about his broody personality, enough to make such remarks. But, even so, deep inside of him, he feels unfortunately he may be predispositioned to falling to despair than most. So, the words Aerith give hold weight with her own expression that seems to echo...the truth he can't avoid. ]
Still, despite myself acknowledging such matters, it is often harder for such things to truly sink in. Sometimes, the good - the light - that truly exists out there seems nonexistent as well, when you see only the dark.
[ Well, Dainsleif is going to be wandering to and fro, here or there, and all that following the climax of the execution.
But, he is sort of searching for a familiar face this time - and so he does this by his usual method:
Check the places he usually hangs. This includes the library, which he slips into. He peeks into the doorway, headfirst...what is Aerith up to? (One of these things he is going to greet like a normal person, smh) ]
[ Aerith isβ¦ looking through the fairytales! Mostly, sheβs looking for some kind of momentary distraction, but success in that way is pretty hard to come by right about now.
She lets out a soft sigh, leaning back against one of the shelves as she gets lost in her thoughts again. ]
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