[ Gilgamesh's mana... It's a little blinding. As Setsuna lifts his lashes to see the world again, the first to greet him is that strange light. It's not the first time, so he recognizes it easily. But he can never get used to it. A brilliant gold resonating against the air, stretching slowly towards the sunlight — indeed, it's a light that will always be impacting at each time. As if it's a blooming flower reaching out, wanting to shed its roots and simply fly away...
Setsuna recalls many things during such a moment. He remembers about the eternal war that this person is fighting his home... He claims that it's something to be proud of, but he wonders if he's only saying that because he can never be happy again. If he could at least find satisfaction through what he has, then maybe finding glory through war isn't so bad. If true happiness is beyond reach, then is it still considered tragic if one attempts to put together what limited cheer they could possess? If his fate truly can't be changed anymore... Then at least, Setsuna would hope for those wars to become meaningful one day.
He believes, after all, that fighting it's always terrible. Sometimes, a person really has to fight to secure what is important. Through fighting... he believes, something can bloom if there's a meaning to them. As the King speaks, his thoughts trail back to the present, focusing his eyes to this person's face and away from that distracting stream of mana. ]
I am also glad...
[ —that you are safe, too. Now, Setsuna thinks about the fallen towers. About the legend, about those two souls that never managed to connect... About the sensation of the sky flowing past him, something that he hasn't felt in a long while. Rather than form a solid thought about him, the King's question — quite predictably — instead forms questions for the young Meister. His travels through that tower surely added a page to his quest of understanding. ]
King... Why do you think that dragon banished the phoenix? Even though he wanted her to stay...
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Setsuna recalls many things during such a moment. He remembers about the eternal war that this person is fighting his home... He claims that it's something to be proud of, but he wonders if he's only saying that because he can never be happy again. If he could at least find satisfaction through what he has, then maybe finding glory through war isn't so bad. If true happiness is beyond reach, then is it still considered tragic if one attempts to put together what limited cheer they could possess? If his fate truly can't be changed anymore... Then at least, Setsuna would hope for those wars to become meaningful one day.
He believes, after all, that fighting it's always terrible. Sometimes, a person really has to fight to secure what is important. Through fighting... he believes, something can bloom if there's a meaning to them. As the King speaks, his thoughts trail back to the present, focusing his eyes to this person's face and away from that distracting stream of mana. ]
I am also glad...
[ —that you are safe, too. Now, Setsuna thinks about the fallen towers. About the legend, about those two souls that never managed to connect... About the sensation of the sky flowing past him, something that he hasn't felt in a long while. Rather than form a solid thought about him, the King's question — quite predictably — instead forms questions for the young Meister. His travels through that tower surely added a page to his quest of understanding. ]
King... Why do you think that dragon banished the phoenix? Even though he wanted her to stay...