[ as always, Verso's words carry some kind of hope for the future that Messmer simply can't manage to conjure up in himself. There is no kind future, nor any desire that could bring back the love he's lost - he is an orphan, bereft of the one constant in his life after thousands of years. Every road he can imagine leads to a miserable end. Just as the one he'd already been on did.
At least he has taken some agency. It doesn't ease the pain, but it expands his limited options from "none" to "some." Verso (also as always) seems slightly ahead of him, already thinking about what comes next. ]
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At least he has taken some agency. It doesn't ease the pain, but it expands his limited options from "none" to "some." Verso (also as always) seems slightly ahead of him, already thinking about what comes next. ]
Speak, then.