[ Rest assured, this evening has solidified that he is going to continue doing it.
Some days, what he left in Tokyo feels like an even stranger dream than what he's encountered in Somnius. The blood red sky, the manifestation of his own will, the sudden innate understanding of the collective unconscious underpinning everything that they do, and the tools handed to him to begin peeling back those layers of reality and affecting his change.
He still wants to return. He still believes he has important work to return to. But a conversation like this is exactly what is needed to begin to poke holes in that grandiose plan of his. Maruki will need to think on it later, alone, and then again when his powers are finally returned to him – but in this exact moment, what he was about to do, about to become, feels as foreign to him as a story about millennia spent in the aetherial sea first did.
Something in his heart twists. A distortion undoing itself, bit by bit.
He understands what Venat is saying. He even agrees. But for him, this is for the best. He knows it. ]
It's a rare thing, I think, to be able to carve out a path for your true purpose as wholly as you did. I'm so glad you were able to. You really are–
[ Whatever he's about to say dies on his tongue as he's pulled up to the overlook, laughing a little at her eagerness, and then forgetting to breathe at the sight.
The sleepy little town, the businesses, the humble homes, the smattering of castles. Lights still glowing in some of the windows. The labyrinth, dark and endlessly twisting, and the great towering fortress off in the distance, barely visible. The lush greenery of the woods, the expansive night sky. Everything, all of it.
Maruki tips his head up, hand still tangled in Venat's. ]
There's so much light and pollution from the city I live in. This is the clearest view I've ever had of any stars. Wow...
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Date: 2024-06-19 09:55 pm (UTC)Some days, what he left in Tokyo feels like an even stranger dream than what he's encountered in Somnius. The blood red sky, the manifestation of his own will, the sudden innate understanding of the collective unconscious underpinning everything that they do, and the tools handed to him to begin peeling back those layers of reality and affecting his change.
He still wants to return. He still believes he has important work to return to. But a conversation like this is exactly what is needed to begin to poke holes in that grandiose plan of his. Maruki will need to think on it later, alone, and then again when his powers are finally returned to him – but in this exact moment, what he was about to do, about to become, feels as foreign to him as a story about millennia spent in the aetherial sea first did.
Something in his heart twists. A distortion undoing itself, bit by bit.
He understands what Venat is saying. He even agrees. But for him, this is for the best. He knows it. ]
It's a rare thing, I think, to be able to carve out a path for your true purpose as wholly as you did. I'm so glad you were able to. You really are–
[ Whatever he's about to say dies on his tongue as he's pulled up to the overlook, laughing a little at her eagerness, and then forgetting to breathe at the sight.
The sleepy little town, the businesses, the humble homes, the smattering of castles. Lights still glowing in some of the windows. The labyrinth, dark and endlessly twisting, and the great towering fortress off in the distance, barely visible. The lush greenery of the woods, the expansive night sky. Everything, all of it.
Maruki tips his head up, hand still tangled in Venat's. ]
There's so much light and pollution from the city I live in. This is the clearest view I've ever had of any stars. Wow...