[ she's outside in the gardens, tending to asch's sunflowers when she hears him approach. expecting yet another person has come to plead or lecture with her, brilith doesn't look up immediately, content to finish watering them before finally acknowledging her visitor.
and she goes cold instantly when she sees who it is, eyes narrowing behind her mask, and she turns right back to the flowers. maybe if she doesn't speak, agni will leave. ]
[... it's a relief to see her tending to the flowers. both because he was worried he'd have to get someone else to (and really, his relationship with isaac is possibly in pieces too now, joy) and because it's... better than nothing.]
... Brilith. I know you don't want to see me, but... can we talk?
[his face might be hidden by a mask, but unlike with the brilith of before, he's probably still an open book.]
[ it shouldn't be a surprise that he insists, when agni has never listened to what she wants when it matters most. though there's a refusal at the tip of her tongue, brilith knows all too well how stubborn he can be when he thinks it matters. ]
[he thinks it does matter, on some level (and also that's a broad category, because just about everything that has to do with anything will anger her), but. who is he to argue?]
... distantly, he wonders who she saw on the disc. his wasn't of her, so it seems that those already here aren't an option. someone from her current life, then? or a past one?
a part of him wishes it could be him. not for proof of anything—that she even exists is already confirmation—but because at least if it was, he'd know that it didn't hurt her. she doesn't need any more pain.]
[and with that, he turns to leave. there's nothing else he can say. not stay safe, when she doesn't want that; not see you later, when every time they talk could be their last.
and not goodbye, because he's never ready for it to be. if, somehow, she lives a life no longer touched by the gods' curses, if she finds someone else who makes her happy and their betrothal breaks—then agni thinks he can let go of his regrets.
but until then, when he has long since lost any other will to go on beyond his duty, the idea of facing eternity in a world without her terrifies him.]
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week 4, monday.
unfortunately, he really does have to talk to her sooner or later, so as much as he's dreading this—he's going to look for her!]
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and she goes cold instantly when she sees who it is, eyes narrowing behind her mask, and she turns right back to the flowers. maybe if she doesn't speak, agni will leave. ]
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... Brilith. I know you don't want to see me, but... can we talk?
[his face might be hidden by a mask, but unlike with the brilith of before, he's probably still an open book.]
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What is there to talk about?
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[ agni doesn't get to know what other decisions she may or may not have made apparently ]
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[...]
People have asked me about you. Is there anything you'd rather I not say...?
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[ she knows better. agni respects her privacy too much, once she's awakened, to reveal anything he knows would anger her. so all she says is: ]
Tell them what you want. It doesn't matter.
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I understand.
... Thank you for helping Ayabe.
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[ she may not have any particular investment in them but she's not heartless :/ ]
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[he knows very well.
... distantly, he wonders who she saw on the disc. his wasn't of her, so it seems that those already here aren't an option. someone from her current life, then? or a past one?
a part of him wishes it could be him. not for proof of anything—that she even exists is already confirmation—but because at least if it was, he'd know that it didn't hurt her. she doesn't need any more pain.]
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Was that all you wanted, Agni?
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[and with that, he turns to leave. there's nothing else he can say. not stay safe, when she doesn't want that; not see you later, when every time they talk could be their last.
and not goodbye, because he's never ready for it to be. if, somehow, she lives a life no longer touched by the gods' curses, if she finds someone else who makes her happy and their betrothal breaks—then agni thinks he can let go of his regrets.
but until then, when he has long since lost any other will to go on beyond his duty, the idea of facing eternity in a world without her terrifies him.]