PC: Marcoh

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[ seeing that and now looking a little conflicted herself. ]

Oh... Should I not have asked?

[boxcar]

[ Crossing his arms a little. ]

No, it's... It is a bit of a long story.

I would like to see her get married.

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Do you still live together? Or... did you, before...?

[ before he died, that is. ]

[boxcar]

Oh, no. She is an adult. Though, if she wanted to I wouldn't mind trying to keep a bigger apartment.

[ However even at the absolute reasonable youngest I could take her she must be 22-23-ish so. Definitely an grown woman and has her own space. ]

... She had moved out, saying I need the space. To the boyfriend at the time.

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[ can't adults live with their siblings...? oh well. she will accept that this may be the way of his culture. ]

So she has a boyfriend... [ had? ]

[boxcar]

...Had.

[ Actually Euphausia gets a second memory follow-up. Marcoh stills and stiffens like a board as this one plays, going a bit pale at seeing this from a third point of view.

As an aside for later I do want a Eupha one also!!! ]

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[ oh. this is visceral.

eupha is not especially squeamish, despite her delicate appearance, but her face grows a little pale as well, and she tries to avert her gaze. of course, it doesn't really help. hearing it is almost worse than watching it.

but then she remembers the present, and looks up to marcoh, to watch his reaction with concern. ]

[boxcar]

[ He, uh. Doesn't look too well. Especially not with Eupha here to see him beat the absolute everloving shit out of Riccardo. He takes a step back away from her, tense, almost wincing when she suddenly looks at him. ]

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[ seeing that he looks worse than she does is... almost a relief. it would be strange to be able to watch such a thing and not be affected. ]

... Would you like to sit down?

[ ... there's nowhere to sit in here but the floor, though. ]

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[ He does visibly hesitate. ]

You are not freaked out?

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It... is not easy to watch such a thing. But it was difficult for you too, wasn't it?

You felt that there was no other way to help your sister. Didn't you?

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...Yes, but... no. Maybe there were other ways.

I knew I was angry, too.

[ It was personal. ]

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[ a nod... ]

I don't think that what you did was good. But I don't think that it makes you a bad person, either.

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...You don't?

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[ she shakes her head. ]

I've seen how kind you are. To me, that is what defines you, more than those moments of anger.

[boxcar]

[ He still looks extremely apprehensive -- he's glad to hear Eupha say this rather than not, but it feels too uneasy to just accept her words and relax. It doesn't change what he'd done and the state he'd gotten into when doing it. ]

I am still sorry you had to see that. Maybe we should leave before anything else is dragged out of me.

[ Granted he doesn't think it can get worse from here on a personal level but like... there's a lot of things he's seen that he doesn't think Euphausia should be forced to witness so. ]

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... As you wish.

[ she will stop to place a hand on his forearm briefly, as a sort of reassuring gesture, before continuing forward.

... but she stops when she sees a familiar face in one of the mirrors. a new memory begins to play out before them.

You see villagers gathered before their chief, clamouring for action. There are intruders on the island, they say. Sanctists, come to steal the divine relics. They must be put to death. The chief tries to calm them, explaining that the outsiders have done no harm, but they will not be placated. This is but the latest in a series of disasters.

They are right. It is time to perform the ritual.

( ... also, if you notice little floating particles in the air? You can 100% see them. They are everywhere. ) ]

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[ Well Eupha seems. Quite proud of all of this, but Marcoh is glancing down at her with a little worry to debate how he should react since she did the same for him.

After all, they said sacrifice and that's rarely ever not scary when talking about a living person. ]

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[ there's a lingering gaze at the image of her brother as it fades from view. she lifts up a hand as if to reach to him, but then he's gone.


also she's welsh i think ]

[boxcar]

[ The Welsh are cooler... I guess that makes sense, I was like S...Scottish??? Irish??? No, maybe Scottish,,, but it sounded a little bit different so I wasn't totally sure. ]

...You are a sibling too, then.

[ Maybe a thing or two makes more sense now. She has that vibe to him. ]

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[ she looks over and smiles, perhaps a little too easily, considering what was just discussed in front of them. ]

Yes. My brother raised me after we lost our parents.

[ ... so, marcoh's situation was really quite relatable. ]

He had so many responsibilities, taking over as chief... but he always had time for me. I was very blessed to have a brother like him.

[boxcar]

You seem like a responsible girl yourself. Venere also tried to do that. She just did not want to become any sort of nun is the difference.

[ Imagine that. ]

You have a Dragon God?

[ He knows Eupha is like, a religious people loosely, but dragon god... ]

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[ nod. ]

The Dragon God Eht is the protector deity of our island. As its priestess, I have a unique spiritual connection to it.

[boxcar]

Eht speaks to you?

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Not with words, I'm afraid. It is more of a presence.