Ritual of Destruction

[hearnoplague]

[ So, Kallamar was going to just burn the conques Lobelia left behind in the Seagull cabana, but apparently that's a bad idea.

So instead, he just brought them all in a drawstring backpack and invited people to do as they wished with them. Happy destroying! ]

(OOC Note: The shells will release whatever sound was stored in them upon destruction. Have fun with that. )

Comments

[plunges]

I understand.

[ He won't, either, for very different reasons. Still, since he's here, his expression is not one of judgment, pity, or anything of the sort. It's thoughtful, if anything.

He may not be good with socializing, but even he can sense that now would not be a good time to ask her what he'd like to. ]

I won't be here long. I only wanted to see how you were doing, after everything. [ And, for what it's worth: ] And...my condolences.

[idologue]

[ That is... strange to hear, from one who has been sent into a hell dimension by Lobelia just today. After a moment of internal conflict, Lacus decides that she appreciates it. Xiao seems to be saying that their feelings can coexist - she agrees. ]

... thank you. I'll be alright, in due time.

[ She doesn't know when that will be, but by tomorrow she'll have worked out how to fake it. ]

You didn't get hurt too badly, did you?

[plunges]

[ That is exactly it. He finds Lobelia distasteful, but from what he could garner, Lacus seemed to be one of those people that he may have cared for, in a way that was significant to him. Xiao won't discount that possibility, and at the very least, he can see that she cared for Lobelia, too. He's not here to invalidate her feelings. ]

No. My injuries weren't anything I couldn't handle.

[ He got beat up pretty badly, but he'll downplay the pain, as always. He'll go ahead and casually shift the conversation. ]

Despite my own personal feelings towards Lobelia, I believe even the darkest of souls have the capacity to leave room for those they care about. [ In whatever way that is, in Lobelia's case. ] You fought hard for him. ... I only wish that things turned out differently, for you and everyone else involved.

[ Differently doesn't necessarily mean better, though. The latter would seem too overly optimistic – he knows that the chances of that would've been slim. ]

[idologue]

[ Lacus does not doubt that Lobelia cared for her. Whatever else happened, whatever he might have done to her under other circumstances, the Lobelia that stood in front of her today and embraced her so kindly just this morning... that was real. ]

... did I fight for him, I wonder? I suspected him since this morning. When I woke up today, I knew that one way or another, I had lost him.

[ And maybe that is proof that they did understand one another, in their own strange way. ]

[plunges]

I can only speak from my own perspective, and that was my interpretation, from what little I'd seen of today's trial. You did what you could.

[ He also suspected Lobelia since hearing Haruka's voice on the speakers, but he lets that go unsaid. ]

Loss is not an easy thing to stomach. Regardless, I hope that what happened today won't crush your spirits, after you've taken some time for yourself.

[idologue]

[ Lacus nods. Even with her eyes still a little swollen, there is visible determination in her gaze. ]

Do not concern yourself about that. There is somebody I am promised to return to, and a duty I am sworn to fulfill. Whatever may occur here, I will merely carry it with me to the destination I am already headed for.

[plunges]

The one you wrote the letter to...I remember.

[ He nods, too. Lacus is formidable, and notes the conviction in her eyes. He has faith she'll keep it until this is all over...however it may end. ]

Again, I am sorry for your loss. I hope that the others will show some understanding, but if nothing else, you have mine.

[ He can only imagine that some of the others might ridicule over this, if they haven't already. For now, though, he'll turn around so he can head off, and give her some space. He's said what he's needed to. He'll speak to her again, later. ]

Take care, Lacus.