temenos is coming to see the memorial, today, too - he's got an armful of small white flowers laying in the crook of his arm. when he hears ponta speak up, he tilts his head, and it takes him a moment to say anything. ]
... So it seems. [ his expression is very gentle, brows knit together, but there's a small frown on his mouth, nonetheless. ]
[ how many graves and memorials has temenos stood before, just like this? how similar, how cruel does it feel? ]
Whether it does or not is a different story. [ and though he is as ever calm and placid when he speaks, there's a very clear answer there - it doesn't. ] And one that is no one's to decide but the people who remember her.
I don't think this city has a right to place any label on her. Hero, villain, it doesn't matter.
[ Is it for Mika that he feels this way or for the sake of all of them, caught up in a performance they never auditioned for? He's not sure either. ]
Or Rocket, for that matter. Hero's memorial? He got kidnapped and then died in an accident, what claim does this place have to name him as their protector?
[ his feelings are about the same. much like he was during the execution, temenos is, in his heart, a cleric, and it's the most obvious in moments like these: he's calm and placid, an open surface for someone to reflect upon. ]
Yet, in the narrative of this place we've found ourselves in, they'll claim it anyhow.
[ i'm going to fight dw for hiding this from me my SWEET PONTA
he is an old millenial but the sentiment is not lost. there's a crook of a slight smile, even in the face of this bitterness - it's familiar. ]
Some things are consistent, no matter the world, it seems. Power demands silence and cooperation, and truths are so often smothered in order to maintain it. [ so. yeah. he gets it. temenos reaches over, and after a second, sets his flowers down carefully in front of the memorial. ]
In a sense: perhaps that makes you more prepared to continue to push back against it. Does it not?
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temenos is coming to see the memorial, today, too - he's got an armful of small white flowers laying in the crook of his arm. when he hears ponta speak up, he tilts his head, and it takes him a moment to say anything. ]
... So it seems. [ his expression is very gentle, brows knit together, but there's a small frown on his mouth, nonetheless. ]
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[ His hollow tone makes fairly clear that he doesn't think so. ]
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[ how many graves and memorials has temenos stood before, just like this? how similar, how cruel does it feel? ]
Whether it does or not is a different story. [ and though he is as ever calm and placid when he speaks, there's a very clear answer there - it doesn't. ] And one that is no one's to decide but the people who remember her.
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[ Is it for Mika that he feels this way or for the sake of all of them, caught up in a performance they never auditioned for? He's not sure either. ]
Or Rocket, for that matter. Hero's memorial? He got kidnapped and then died in an accident, what claim does this place have to name him as their protector?
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[ his feelings are about the same. much like he was during the execution, temenos is, in his heart, a cleric, and it's the most obvious in moments like these: he's calm and placid, an open surface for someone to reflect upon. ]
Yet, in the narrative of this place we've found ourselves in, they'll claim it anyhow.
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[ He sounds very, very bitter.
... also Temenos is a honorary teenager for this, because Ponta is genuinely not counting him into the adult category right now. ]
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he is an old millenial but the sentiment is not lost. there's a crook of a slight smile, even in the face of this bitterness - it's familiar. ]
Some things are consistent, no matter the world, it seems. Power demands silence and cooperation, and truths are so often smothered in order to maintain it. [ so. yeah. he gets it. temenos reaches over, and after a second, sets his flowers down carefully in front of the memorial. ]
In a sense: perhaps that makes you more prepared to continue to push back against it. Does it not?
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... I guess so. It's always the same old, after all.
[ It's just harder to care about this world as a whole when it has really given them no reason to, woops. ]
Wish determination also gave us information, though...