That... That sounds daunting, Alex. How long have you been able to sense that?
[ the explanation of his ability reminds her of someone she and the lornful light crew came across during their adventures. a seer-shaman, an organic alien from the calyex region who could 'see others' motives' as they described it.
the poor individual was miserable from always (always) picking up on others' intentions, emotions day in and day out. knowing everything and anything from everyone. often being too helpless to do anything due to circumstances or politics or whatever got in their way.
remembering the illion's frustration and anxiety has lorem holding alex's hand again, shifting the crystal in one hand to keep it safe. ] I wish I can tell you a solution for this. But I don't have one and maybe that's the best answer to have right now.
Sometimes the key to the solution, the problem - It won't come to mind. Not right away. Maybe it'll come a week from now. Or maybe a month. Maybe more than that.
But it will come. You can't give into the impatience, the need to make things the way one believes should be done. There are some things that need a little more time or resources or whatever is the key to solving it. [ it's something she's experienced, being the question that doctor sigfred tried to force an answer on, damn the consequences it had on her. it's something she's the hard way over the years when her own experiences and trials came.
it's also something she will use to help alex here. to let him know that he isn't alone in this. ] And I like to thinks that is a sort of thing that be shared with friends. So the burden is less daunting to carry.
[ very softly, his voice faded from recollection: ]
It's been a part of me ever since I could remember. I used to deal with it by traveling into the wilderness, where there are no people, but...
[ ... they can't have that now, can they? and so, he is shut into a prison of others' thoughts, the screams of their nightmares bleeding into his. he has told no one, because it's been demonstrated over and over again, that the echo is a burden as much as a blessing.
(sometimes, he still dreams of ysayle, a woman who too could hear the thoughts of others, who had been ensnared in a millennial web of lies and jumped to her death to atone for sins she did not commit. ysayle, a fellow elezen, who only wanted to make sure no child would freeze in the snow like she did.)
alex listens to lorem's voice, a calming river threading through the sullen silence that presses down on this world, a ray of light in the misty darkness.
he's quiet, eyes closed so he can focus on her words. only after a while does he open them again, one gold, one grey ]
... thank you. I... will hold your words to my heart.
[ often, he wished someone would advise him, much like Hydaelyn did. but five years have passed, and he's long since been weaned off such direct support. ]
I still feel so childish, sometimes. So... I'm glad you're patient with me. To explain.
[ for all the heroics that he's done, he's still a child in a grown man's body. perhaps, he should tell this to her too... but maybe, later. ]
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[ the explanation of his ability reminds her of someone she and the lornful light crew came across during their adventures. a seer-shaman, an organic alien from the calyex region who could 'see others' motives' as they described it.
the poor individual was miserable from always (always) picking up on others' intentions, emotions day in and day out. knowing everything and anything from everyone. often being too helpless to do anything due to circumstances or politics or whatever got in their way.
remembering the illion's frustration and anxiety has lorem holding alex's hand again, shifting the crystal in one hand to keep it safe. ] I wish I can tell you a solution for this. But I don't have one and maybe that's the best answer to have right now.
Sometimes the key to the solution, the problem - It won't come to mind. Not right away. Maybe it'll come a week from now. Or maybe a month. Maybe more than that.
But it will come. You can't give into the impatience, the need to make things the way one believes should be done. There are some things that need a little more time or resources or whatever is the key to solving it. [ it's something she's experienced, being the question that doctor sigfred tried to force an answer on, damn the consequences it had on her. it's something she's the hard way over the years when her own experiences and trials came.
it's also something she will use to help alex here. to let him know that he isn't alone in this. ] And I like to thinks that is a sort of thing that be shared with friends. So the burden is less daunting to carry.
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It's been a part of me ever since I could remember. I used to deal with it by traveling into the wilderness, where there are no people, but...
[ ... they can't have that now, can they? and so, he is shut into a prison of others' thoughts, the screams of their nightmares bleeding into his. he has told no one, because it's been demonstrated over and over again, that the echo is a burden as much as a blessing.
(sometimes, he still dreams of ysayle, a woman who too could hear the thoughts of others, who had been ensnared in a millennial web of lies and jumped to her death to atone for sins she did not commit. ysayle, a fellow elezen, who only wanted to make sure no child would freeze in the snow like she did.)
alex listens to lorem's voice, a calming river threading through the sullen silence that presses down on this world, a ray of light in the misty darkness.
he's quiet, eyes closed so he can focus on her words. only after a while does he open them again, one gold, one grey ]
... thank you. I... will hold your words to my heart.
[ often, he wished someone would advise him, much like Hydaelyn did. but five years have passed, and he's long since been weaned off such direct support. ]
I still feel so childish, sometimes. So... I'm glad you're patient with me. To explain.
[ for all the heroics that he's done, he's still a child in a grown man's body. perhaps, he should tell this to her too... but maybe, later. ]