（ you know what, he'll take it. at least it wasn't a treatise on grief and helpless anger and sorrow so deep it feels like the veins of ore beneath a mountain. ）
[that'd take a whole lot more touching and willful effort to parse, buddy. diving into hearts is exactly that: a dive.
other Mu...his expression softens.]
Warm...familiar. Sense of refuge and understanding. Always looking up...up to me. Their Soldier.
The colors of their psionics may differ from one to another, but...we all share that same capacity to perceive the deeper bonds of feeling that connect us.
It's...hard to explain perfectly in words. I wish everyone could understand. It's comforting, even when the weight of their lives rests upon me. That just makes them...all the more precious.
（ well that's a lot of sentimental schlock, whew, thank indra he's an emotionally closed off stoic with exactly zero interest in emotionally perceiving others!! ）
Are you the only one among them that's lived to see three hundred?
[Itachi pivots to things with such assumed ease...it makes it hard to not want to press against that wall, if only to feel the reverberations of what's working behind it.]
The other survivors of the Ganymede disaster...they've been there with me since then. They counted the years with me, even though...none of us know how old we truly are. Those memories are gone, despite our efforts to seek them.
（ then how do you know you were born and not made? that, perhaps, is change, though perhaps it is more accurate to say that it is a matter of returning to an attitude towards others he left behind. he would have said it two weeks ago.
[the kitchen draws near, and with it, those still lingering in the mess, picking at the feast. it's like walking through a gentle haze that shifts the atmosphere for his extra sense - one that heightens his ability to capture flecks of laughter or the candle-bright sparks of delight.]
（ that word catches at the edge of his consciousness and hangs there, sharp and bright like a star. purpose, duty, the totality of accepting one's own death in pursuit of those things — they have more in common than he would ever wish to admit to.
he falls silent, letting blue absorb the various emotions. for someone who makes a point of having his own under lock and key at all times, he isn't... ignorant to the effect they have on others, nor wholly immune to them himself.
the cup is deposited at and washed in the sink, dutifully, and once he's managed that and given blue a moment to take it all in, he turns back to him. ）
We can part here if you wish to speak with the others.
（ he's got corners to haunt. walls to hold up. people to staunchly ignore. you know how it be. ）
[he supposes he knows...kind of. there's a little resonance between them, after all. it's not entirely in synch; that'd be like asking the rings of two different trees to perfectly match - it just doesn't happen. that's alright.
Blue nods.]
A few. For a little while. But I won't be staying for very long, I think.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Like that lake. [the one in that dream.] One with a placid surface...dark, hard to see beneath.
no subject
How do other Mu seem to you?
no subject
other Mu...his expression softens.]
Warm...familiar. Sense of refuge and understanding. Always looking up...up to me. Their Soldier.
The colors of their psionics may differ from one to another, but...we all share that same capacity to perceive the deeper bonds of feeling that connect us.
It's...hard to explain perfectly in words. I wish everyone could understand. It's comforting, even when the weight of their lives rests upon me. That just makes them...all the more precious.
no subject
Are you the only one among them that's lived to see three hundred?
（ ah, there it goes... the Question. ）
no subject
[Itachi pivots to things with such assumed ease...it makes it hard to not want to press against that wall, if only to feel the reverberations of what's working behind it.]
The other survivors of the Ganymede disaster...they've been there with me since then. They counted the years with me, even though...none of us know how old we truly are. Those memories are gone, despite our efforts to seek them.
no subject
instead: ）
You must care for them very deeply.
no subject
[the kitchen draws near, and with it, those still lingering in the mess, picking at the feast. it's like walking through a gentle haze that shifts the atmosphere for his extra sense - one that heightens his ability to capture flecks of laughter or the candle-bright sparks of delight.]
no subject
he falls silent, letting blue absorb the various emotions. for someone who makes a point of having his own under lock and key at all times, he isn't... ignorant to the effect they have on others, nor wholly immune to them himself.
the cup is deposited at and washed in the sink, dutifully, and once he's managed that and given blue a moment to take it all in, he turns back to him. ）
We can part here if you wish to speak with the others.
（ he's got corners to haunt. walls to hold up. people to staunchly ignore. you know how it be. ）
no subject
Blue nods.]
A few. For a little while. But I won't be staying for very long, I think.
no subject
If you require assistance back to your room, contact me.
（ otherwise, he's outtie. ）