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[For most of his life, Estinien had rarely looked on the past. He was always moving forward, pouring all of his grief and his rage into the next battle, never resting for a single moment. This focus, this determination, had made him a formidable warrior, but what is he now that Ishgard's eternal war has finally ended? What is he with no more battles to fight and no more enemies to slay?
A hollow fool, that's what. However, even a fool can learn where he has faltered. Even a fool can learn what needs to be done.
Or at least, that is what Estinien hopes. This is what brings him here, close to the sight of Lady Iceheart's last stand, his lance at his back and a bouquet of lilies in his hand. He was mistaken about many things, he realizes: about the people he has known, the people he has underestimated and cast aside, and how to mourn them all. It is too late to make amends to Ysayle, but at the very least he can give her some recognition, some sign to both the Fury and the universe at large that her sacrifice will not be forgotten.
He expects to be alone when he pays his respects, for who else would have any reason to come to this desolate place? However, it's not long after he steps out of his manacutter before he is proven wrong, for near the aetherite plaza is none other than Amelia, the Warrior of Light herself. He stiffens in place, unable to do anything other than gawk at her as she approaches.]
I could ask the same of you. What are you doing in this miserable place?
[Or elsewhere in Eorzea with the Scions, tying up loose ends with them. Honestly, he expected her to be anywhere but here.]
[ She cast a pointed look at the flowers in his hand before looking up at the clouds and letting out a sigh before glancing back over at the aetheryte, taking a deep breath as she tried to force herself not to tear up.
Between Haurchefant's death and Ysayle's it's a wonder she hasn't had a breakdown yet. ]
I wanted to leave something here for Ysayle, so....
[Amelia's grief shows on her face despite her best efforts, but Estinien has the grace to remain silent, instead choosing to glance towards where she stood but a moment ago. There, on the metal pathway overlooking the sickly sky that surrounds them, is a small, stuffed moogle. If he had seen something like that while still on their quest to end Isghard's eternal war, he would have brushed it off as pointless, as something ridiculous and childish and not worth their time at all.]
...she would have liked that.
[He speaks quietly, his voice not as gruff as it once was. Not one for words, he walks away, allowing her some privacy if she wants it. However, if she'd prefer his company, he shall not be leaving soon. He stops and kneels by Amelia's present, placing the bouquet of lilies gently against the toy, and closes his eyes in silent prayer.]
[ Amelia nodded, watching him walk off over her shoulder before turning back to stare out at the sky, silent tears slipping from her eyes as her thoughts seemed to drift in random directions.
Why? Why had Hydaelyn chosen her? Why did she have to lose so many people she cared about? How much more of this could she actually take before she completely lost it?
Not wanting to crack in front of Estinien, she quickly wiped her face and took a deep breath to try and calm herself. Poor girl needs a hug but she's positive he's not the right person to ask. ]
[Never one to spend long in prayer, Estinien finishes quickly and rises to his feet, turning around to see Amelia standing in silence. He knows not what thoughts run through her head, nor does he know what he should do at this moment. Should he leave, allowing her solitude and a chance to grieve in peace? Or would that be just another cruelty heaped upon the pile?
He tilts his head, staring for a moment longer before he steps forward to approach Amelia. If his company is unwanted, then he shall find out soon enough.]
Do you intend to linger here a while longer? Or will your travels take you elsewhere?
sorry for a late reply I've been sick as heck lately
[ Amelia's quiet for a moment, then just shrugs as she turns to face him, finally getting her tears as under control as she can. ]
I-I was planning on staying for a bit, yes, then...I don't know, I was planning on going to go back to Ul'dah for a while, see my father...maybe he's busy so I don't know...
[ Her father was the assistant guildmaster for the Gladiator's Guild after all, who knew if he was going to be home when she got there.
Finally making up her mind on whether she wanted him to stay or not, she took a deep breath. ]
You can stay if you want to, I really wouldn't mind the company, but if you have something else to do, that's okay too.
[She might have her tears under control, she might have bid them to no longer fall down her face, but even though she does not weep Estinien can still see signs of their presence. Little signs, mind, like the way her eyes glisten or the redness on her cheeks, but it's enough to guess what happened while his back was turned, and his stomach twists with an unfamiliar feeling.]
I have other places to be-
[The words come out without thinking, and he stops, realizing just how cold they sound. He has no intent to rush, but it certainly did not sound that way, did it? So he sighs and shakes his head, speaking more softly this time]
...but there is no hurry. I was planning on staying a little longer myself, but I must warn you - I make for rather poor company.
[There is a smile, albeit faint, hinting that there is a jest hidden in his dry delivery. Poor company. Hmph! As if she has not traveled with him long enough to realize that already.]
[ Amelia holds her breath for a moment as he speaks, letting it out slowly once he finishes. A small, playful smirk crosses her face for half a second. ]
You say that like I don't already know.
[ She had been planning on heading over to the next quadrant to see if there was anything she could fight, maybe Estinien would like to go too. ]
Well, I don't know about you but I had been planning on heading to the cave labs next quadrant over to fight some things and hopefully destress, would you like to come with me?
sorry for never tagging back, I lost the notif /)_(\
[That actually gets a laugh out of him. A short one, one that sounds more like a bark than an actual laugh, but a laugh nonetheless.]
I was not planning on that, no - but if this is your wish, then I shall not complain. Besides, it will make life easier for anyone else foolish enough to go nosing around this place.
[He would not be shocked if those Ironworks men decide to poke around here and there. While he does not owe them the same debt he owes to Amelia, a debt exists nonetheless.]
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A hollow fool, that's what. However, even a fool can learn where he has faltered. Even a fool can learn what needs to be done.
Or at least, that is what Estinien hopes. This is what brings him here, close to the sight of Lady Iceheart's last stand, his lance at his back and a bouquet of lilies in his hand. He was mistaken about many things, he realizes: about the people he has known, the people he has underestimated and cast aside, and how to mourn them all. It is too late to make amends to Ysayle, but at the very least he can give her some recognition, some sign to both the Fury and the universe at large that her sacrifice will not be forgotten.
He expects to be alone when he pays his respects, for who else would have any reason to come to this desolate place? However, it's not long after he steps out of his manacutter before he is proven wrong, for near the aetherite plaza is none other than Amelia, the Warrior of Light herself. He stiffens in place, unable to do anything other than gawk at her as she approaches.]
I could ask the same of you. What are you doing in this miserable place?
[Or elsewhere in Eorzea with the Scions, tying up loose ends with them. Honestly, he expected her to be anywhere but here.]
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Between Haurchefant's death and Ysayle's it's a wonder she hasn't had a breakdown yet. ]
I wanted to leave something here for Ysayle, so....
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...she would have liked that.
[He speaks quietly, his voice not as gruff as it once was. Not one for words, he walks away, allowing her some privacy if she wants it. However, if she'd prefer his company, he shall not be leaving soon. He stops and kneels by Amelia's present, placing the bouquet of lilies gently against the toy, and closes his eyes in silent prayer.]
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Why? Why had Hydaelyn chosen her? Why did she have to lose so many people she cared about? How much more of this could she actually take before she completely lost it?
Not wanting to crack in front of Estinien, she quickly wiped her face and took a deep breath to try and calm herself.
Poor girl needs a hug but she's positive he's not the right person to ask.]no subject
He tilts his head, staring for a moment longer before he steps forward to approach Amelia. If his company is unwanted, then he shall find out soon enough.]
Do you intend to linger here a while longer? Or will your travels take you elsewhere?
sorry for a late reply I've been sick as heck lately
I-I was planning on staying for a bit, yes, then...I don't know, I was planning on going to go back to Ul'dah for a while, see my father...maybe he's busy so I don't know...
[ Her father was the assistant guildmaster for the Gladiator's Guild after all, who knew if he was going to be home when she got there.
Finally making up her mind on whether she wanted him to stay or not, she took a deep breath. ]
You can stay if you want to, I really wouldn't mind the company, but if you have something else to do, that's okay too.
it's okay! winter's just like that
I have other places to be-
[The words come out without thinking, and he stops, realizing just how cold they sound. He has no intent to rush, but it certainly did not sound that way, did it? So he sighs and shakes his head, speaking more softly this time]
...but there is no hurry. I was planning on staying a little longer myself, but I must warn you - I make for rather poor company.
[There is a smile, albeit faint, hinting that there is a jest hidden in his dry delivery. Poor company. Hmph! As if she has not traveled with him long enough to realize that already.]
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You say that like I don't already know.
[ She had been planning on heading over to the next quadrant to see if there was anything she could fight, maybe Estinien would like to go too. ]
Well, I don't know about you but I had been planning on heading to the cave labs next quadrant over to fight some things and hopefully destress, would you like to come with me?
sorry for never tagging back, I lost the notif /)_(\
I was not planning on that, no - but if this is your wish, then I shall not complain. Besides, it will make life easier for anyone else foolish enough to go nosing around this place.
[He would not be shocked if those Ironworks men decide to poke around here and there. While he does not owe them the same debt he owes to Amelia, a debt exists nonetheless.]