It is... different. [His voice had quieted in his reply, briefly, some part of him self conscious of his uncertainty and what he should do next. Was this gesture expected? Should he do something in return? He had been long away from the Source and its people. Though he could sometimes gaze into its doings, those visions did not come as frequently as he might have liked in his desperation to ensure that the First survived and everything possible went right in order for it to do so, and only as much as he needed to see the bigger picture as it played out.]
[He did not look into private lives, or into conversations deeper than he needed. It was a bit of a power play, an unfair advantage, and he knew not how or why the Allagans who had devised such a technology needed it, but he used it as respectfully as he could. He already pressed upon the borders of morality in using it at all, but he would count his sins against himself once the First had recovered and was whole again and the Source and his friends within it were safe.]
I am not used to such things anymore, you see. The grander the mantle, the greater the rift, as it were. [He offered a smile, apologetic, ears twitching.] You understand, I believe.
[Always, since he first set foot on this world, his efforts had bent toward its preservation, for what of it and who within it he could. Now and, he thought, forever, he might still belong to the First as the Crystarium's watchful guardian, and he could live with that so long as friends and comrades were safe. If this is where he must be to ensure his home world survived, then so be it.]
[He would miss it dearly, and had since his departure, but it would live on in his memories, and he counted himself more than fortunate that he should be able to hear word of it from time to time, from the Warrior of Darkness, when she had a moment to spare.]
As we all will for you. Your friends here will always welcome you. Pray, keep that in mind as you go wherever it is that you are needed. You have a place in the Crystarium, at least, whenever you want it.
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[He did not look into private lives, or into conversations deeper than he needed. It was a bit of a power play, an unfair advantage, and he knew not how or why the Allagans who had devised such a technology needed it, but he used it as respectfully as he could. He already pressed upon the borders of morality in using it at all, but he would count his sins against himself once the First had recovered and was whole again and the Source and his friends within it were safe.]
I am not used to such things anymore, you see. The grander the mantle, the greater the rift, as it were. [He offered a smile, apologetic, ears twitching.] You understand, I believe.
[Always, since he first set foot on this world, his efforts had bent toward its preservation, for what of it and who within it he could. Now and, he thought, forever, he might still belong to the First as the Crystarium's watchful guardian, and he could live with that so long as friends and comrades were safe. If this is where he must be to ensure his home world survived, then so be it.]
[He would miss it dearly, and had since his departure, but it would live on in his memories, and he counted himself more than fortunate that he should be able to hear word of it from time to time, from the Warrior of Darkness, when she had a moment to spare.]
As we all will for you. Your friends here will always welcome you. Pray, keep that in mind as you go wherever it is that you are needed. You have a place in the Crystarium, at least, whenever you want it.