[ No sooner than the words I'm Allen Walker reach his ears, Sion lowers his sword, sees the glittering blade returned to its place at his back without needing to hear more. No explanation need be given, not just yet (and it would not surprise the King if there were no exact answer, no rhyme or reason for Allen's disappearance, save for the fact that the nature of the Gods and the will of the world would always be a too fickle, too unpredictable a thing), because there is a poignant air of melancholy about the other man's smile, something which strikes a deep, resonant chord within Sion himself. How unsettling must it be, to happen upon a perfect stranger, one who professed to a bond beyond the reach of one's memory? To have forgotten, regardless of the reason why, is to be infringed upon in the very worst of ways, and having the recollection of loved ones and friends stripped clean from the mind is...
Something which shakes the King's foundations as well. Sion Astal is thousands of years old and twenty years young, comprised of dozens of lives and different verses of himself, all of them bound together by the entity which devoured him as surely as he devoured it in turn.
One day, there would be nothing left of him; he would be changed by way of merging with that thing, no longer so simply Sion, but more, and though he'd accustomed himself to loss (by the day, his emotions dwindle, and it becomes all the more difficult to distinguish between the pinpricks of feeling which denote happiness and sadness, delight and dismay), he knows without a doubt that he is glad to see Allen again.
Allen, who is whole and well. Allen, who...]
So you are. [ ...Sion vows never to forget, for Allen had been the very first person in Enprise to call him friend. ] But you must know that you've nothing at all to apologize for.
[ Seamlessly, he bridges the distance between them, reaching out with what at first is a hesitant, tentative touch (he does not wish to impose familiarity, but...), his hand resting gently atop the crown of Allen's snow-white hair, ruffling the strands as a burst of mana transfers between them. ]
I had hoped you would have been returned to your home, but to see your smile again is heartening.
[ So much so that he cannot help but smile himself, the touch of his hand drawing away. And when he speaks next, his voice carries with it a playful lilt, an airy, whimsical quality which would seek to dispel any unease which remains between them: ]
...there is only one thing for us to do now, you realize.
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Something which shakes the King's foundations as well. Sion Astal is thousands of years old and twenty years young, comprised of dozens of lives and different verses of himself, all of them bound together by the entity which devoured him as surely as he devoured it in turn.
One day, there would be nothing left of him; he would be changed by way of merging with that thing, no longer so simply Sion, but more, and though he'd accustomed himself to loss (by the day, his emotions dwindle, and it becomes all the more difficult to distinguish between the pinpricks of feeling which denote happiness and sadness, delight and dismay), he knows without a doubt that he is glad to see Allen again.
Allen, who is whole and well. Allen, who...]
So you are. [ ...Sion vows never to forget, for Allen had been the very first person in Enprise to call him friend. ] But you must know that you've nothing at all to apologize for.
[ Seamlessly, he bridges the distance between them, reaching out with what at first is a hesitant, tentative touch (he does not wish to impose familiarity, but...), his hand resting gently atop the crown of Allen's snow-white hair, ruffling the strands as a burst of mana transfers between them. ]
I had hoped you would have been returned to your home, but to see your smile again is heartening.
[ So much so that he cannot help but smile himself, the touch of his hand drawing away. And when he speaks next, his voice carries with it a playful lilt, an airy, whimsical quality which would seek to dispel any unease which remains between them: ]
...there is only one thing for us to do now, you realize.