[but they'll try, after thinking over it for a while.
the scenery changes to a winter landscape; nondescript, as if clarte is going off imagination, rather than something already existing. everything is frozen over, monochrome in the muted blue of the night.
after a few moments, though, the sun begins to dawn over the horizon. and as light fills the space, ever so gradually, what couldn't be seen in the dark is revealed—hints of greenery, amidst the ice and the otherwise barren trees.]
[ Maybe Roxana is secretly judgmental, or maybe Roxana just wants to see what Clarte's mindscape looks like. She patiently waits and quietly watches the landscape change. ]
Hm... not exactly. Imagery like this isn't really my strong point, after all.
[how to put this...]
Eventually, however gradually, the night will end. And in the light, you might also see that at least part of what you needed was there with you from the start.
If that makes sense...
[it doesn't quite encompass how clarte feels, but it's not as though there's any specific depiction that could paint the entirety of a notion like "hope".]
[ Hope, as a concept, is not something that guides Roxana, so it's interesting to see how others view it.
She looks at the scenery for a while longer. ]
People interpret things differently. What I see and what you mean to show... is like how people look at some painting and derive meaning from it that might be different from what the painter intended, even if the painter is considered a genius.
... I understand. I think your take on it is heartening. To have what you needed from the start....
Back home, my friends who serve the church were tasked with finding God—to restore their fading blessings. So... I've heard a lot from them, about their feelings on trying to reclaim hope for their dying land.
Of their frustration and guilt of constantly turning up empty-handed, of wishing they could tell people to do more than pray for salvation when everyone had prayed long enough. But it also makes me think of one friend, who deliberately proclaimed herself to be the reincarnation of said god.
Part of it is that she wanted to take the burden off of someone else by reminding everyone that there were two prodigies within the church... but I've heard that once, in the middle of court, she revealed that it was essentially her declaration of devotion to the people.
[clarte was busy elsewhere during this court session, alas.]
To that end, she questioned why more people didn't call themselves a saviour as well—because in the end, everyone should work to improve their society in their own way, rather than passively wait on a miracle. So she didn't even see her claim as blasphemous, even though most would assume it was. The "saviour" doesn't have to be just one person, after all.
It sounds like she turned the church upside down with her declaration. There aren't many who'd be brave enough to go against what sounds like years and years of tradition.
Anyone can move to help society, but not everyone wants the responsibility of the title "savior." It's usually a heavy cross to bear, isn't it?
[clarte smiles fond. thillelille is great? especially considering that scene is probably what skyrocketed her to most popular character in the game but clarte doesn't know that.]
Yes. The reason it came up at all was because of the other prodigy's position... While the church never took Thillelille's claims of being god seriously, they did believe the other one was destined to bring salvation, and it was indeed a heavy burden.
I think everyone is doing their best to help—but not everyone realizes that it's those small efforts that mean a lot. My friends talked about it sometimes... That there were moments where it felt like they could help more meaningfully with day-to-day life, such as making sure everyone had enough to eat, rather than "finding God" as they were tasked with.
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[namely where their ideas of dangerous may or may not have diverged.]
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[ That's where they're at. ]
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You certainly are fond of your mysteries, Roxana.
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It shouldn't be a mystery to you when it's about you.
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The you I know, the you that you let me know, the you that you let others know.
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You're still you.
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That's not always a given here.
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i'm kidding
All Roxana does is nod. ]
What is hope to you?
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... That's not an easy question to answer in words, I think.
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Roxana gestures to the room they're in at large. ]
Show me, if you don't have the words.
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[but they'll try, after thinking over it for a while.
the scenery changes to a winter landscape; nondescript, as if clarte is going off imagination, rather than something already existing. everything is frozen over, monochrome in the muted blue of the night.
after a few moments, though, the sun begins to dawn over the horizon. and as light fills the space, ever so gradually, what couldn't be seen in the dark is revealed—hints of greenery, amidst the ice and the otherwise barren trees.]
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[ Maybe Roxana is secretly judgmental, or maybe Roxana just wants to see what Clarte's mindscape looks like. She patiently waits and quietly watches the landscape change. ]
The possibility for regrowth?
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[how to put this...]
Eventually, however gradually, the night will end. And in the light, you might also see that at least part of what you needed was there with you from the start.
If that makes sense...
[it doesn't quite encompass how clarte feels, but it's not as though there's any specific depiction that could paint the entirety of a notion like "hope".]
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She looks at the scenery for a while longer. ]
People interpret things differently. What I see and what you mean to show... is like how people look at some painting and derive meaning from it that might be different from what the painter intended, even if the painter is considered a genius.
... I understand. I think your take on it is heartening. To have what you needed from the start....
[ There may be the faintest wistful feeling. ]
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Back home, my friends who serve the church were tasked with finding God—to restore their fading blessings. So... I've heard a lot from them, about their feelings on trying to reclaim hope for their dying land.
Of their frustration and guilt of constantly turning up empty-handed, of wishing they could tell people to do more than pray for salvation when everyone had prayed long enough. But it also makes me think of one friend, who deliberately proclaimed herself to be the reincarnation of said god.
[a hint of fondness.]
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They sound like a very determined and dedicated group. Was your one friend trying to give hope in her own way?
[ Or was she really the reincarnation of that god? ]
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[clarte was busy elsewhere during this court session, alas.]
To that end, she questioned why more people didn't call themselves a saviour as well—because in the end, everyone should work to improve their society in their own way, rather than passively wait on a miracle. So she didn't even see her claim as blasphemous, even though most would assume it was. The "saviour" doesn't have to be just one person, after all.
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It sounds like she turned the church upside down with her declaration. There aren't many who'd be brave enough to go against what sounds like years and years of tradition.
Anyone can move to help society, but not everyone wants the responsibility of the title "savior." It's usually a heavy cross to bear, isn't it?
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Yes. The reason it came up at all was because of the other prodigy's position... While the church never took Thillelille's claims of being god seriously, they did believe the other one was destined to bring salvation, and it was indeed a heavy burden.
I think everyone is doing their best to help—but not everyone realizes that it's those small efforts that mean a lot. My friends talked about it sometimes... That there were moments where it felt like they could help more meaningfully with day-to-day life, such as making sure everyone had enough to eat, rather than "finding God" as they were tasked with.