[Kasa's gaze falls to the swirling mist of the mountains at the mention of the abyss. It's a good question. A fine one. She may have even asked herself this more than once. Who does she have to reach out to when she falls?
Only those that seek to use their powers. That is all any Warrior of Light can surround themselves with. And the abyss... it calls sweetly. And wouldn't it be simpler to heed it's call and give in. For what does it matter? If they are two souls with naught left to hold on to... why not?
But the true answer sits behind them. A dark flag with a painted red unicorn. Not necessarily for the House itself. Nor the people who reside within it. And maybe for this Miqo'te the answer is different. A fallen goddess primal who did right at the end of all things. A cunning sorcerer who fallowed in the steps of his master. For the young woman whose life now is naught more than a tool for the mother crystal. For the wrathful Doman who suffered and brought suffering in return.
Those that could not be saved.
And those that still can be.
For there are people in this land that are still worth saving. And isn't that what he would want? Are you not his hero at the end of all things? What would he say if he knew how far one had fallen? In the end it doesn't matter for even in the darkest depths of hopelessness if you reached out... you know he'd pull you out. And though he is no longer here to do it himself you must take care not to wander too far.
Kasa reaches at her side for her spell book. Calculations and spells from page to page. And this is naught but a dream, hopefully, so she can spare a page.
Her scrawl is neat and tidy, necessary when the lines and words are so important in her casting.
A day may come when she sacrifices everything for selfishness. For a moment. A chance. A day may come when she burns the world to ashes more devastating than any primal. But it is not today. And likely not tomorrow. For now she is just who she is. Making her best in a world that feels so very lonely and trying to make it better for those that remain. For those that deserve to live still. For those she still harbors deep feelings for no matter what it may or may not lead to.
Kasa has no answer to how to pick up the pieces. If she could do that, if she knew where the fractured remains of her heart were she'd glue them back together. But... She can answer the second or at least provide something. And with her words neatly written out she offers the heavy parchment to Irhya. Though some of the words are plagiarized by a man who suffered as much as they she hopes it will provide something all the same. Upon it it reads:]
To save our world we gave our lives. We were just adventurers trying to make our way. An odd job here. A favor there. We never aspired to be Warriors of Light. But word of our deeds spread. And soon people were calling us heroes. They placed their hopes and dreams on our shoulders and bid us fight for all that is good and right.
We fight. And we fight. And we fight. And we will fight until there is no one left to fight. We do everything right. We do everything that is asked of us and more. And it will never be enough.
Such is our burden. Such is the line we walk, hovering over the abyss, but we shall not falter. We shall not fall.
For those we could not save. For those that still can be.
One day, some day, we will fail. But it is not today. Nor tomorrow.
Fellow walker of the abyss... can you not feel him still?
[Kasa reaches out to the Ishgardian night sky, fingers grasping at stars that she will not ever touch, far beyond the reach of even a Warrior of Light. Though she holds onto nothing she can still feel. Just because it cannot be seen does not mean it is not there. She believes with all of her heart that he is still watching over her. For she must. To continue to take steps she must hold true to this faith. Because she cannot continue this path alone. She can not muck through the shallows of darkness without that truth in her heart.]
Surely... you have not forgotten that warmth. Not yet... It's still much too soon for it to be naught but a fading memory.
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Only those that seek to use their powers. That is all any Warrior of Light can surround themselves with. And the abyss... it calls sweetly. And wouldn't it be simpler to heed it's call and give in. For what does it matter? If they are two souls with naught left to hold on to... why not?
But the true answer sits behind them. A dark flag with a painted red unicorn. Not necessarily for the House itself. Nor the people who reside within it. And maybe for this Miqo'te the answer is different. A fallen goddess primal who did right at the end of all things. A cunning sorcerer who fallowed in the steps of his master. For the young woman whose life now is naught more than a tool for the mother crystal. For the wrathful Doman who suffered and brought suffering in return.
Those that could not be saved.
And those that still can be.
For there are people in this land that are still worth saving. And isn't that what he would want? Are you not his hero at the end of all things? What would he say if he knew how far one had fallen? In the end it doesn't matter for even in the darkest depths of hopelessness if you reached out... you know he'd pull you out. And though he is no longer here to do it himself you must take care not to wander too far.
Kasa reaches at her side for her spell book. Calculations and spells from page to page. And this is naught but a dream, hopefully, so she can spare a page.
Her scrawl is neat and tidy, necessary when the lines and words are so important in her casting.
A day may come when she sacrifices everything for selfishness. For a moment. A chance. A day may come when she burns the world to ashes more devastating than any primal. But it is not today. And likely not tomorrow. For now she is just who she is. Making her best in a world that feels so very lonely and trying to make it better for those that remain. For those that deserve to live still. For those she still harbors deep feelings for no matter what it may or may not lead to.
Kasa has no answer to how to pick up the pieces. If she could do that, if she knew where the fractured remains of her heart were she'd glue them back together. But... She can answer the second or at least provide something. And with her words neatly written out she offers the heavy parchment to Irhya. Though some of the words are plagiarized by a man who suffered as much as they she hopes it will provide something all the same. Upon it it reads:]
To save our world we gave our lives. We were just adventurers trying to make our way. An odd job here. A favor there. We never aspired to be Warriors of Light. But word of our deeds spread. And soon people were calling us heroes. They placed their hopes and dreams on our shoulders and bid us fight for all that is good and right.
We fight. And we fight. And we fight. And we will fight until there is no one left to fight. We do everything right. We do everything that is asked of us and more. And it will never be enough.
Such is our burden. Such is the line we walk, hovering over the abyss, but we shall not falter. We shall not fall.
For those we could not save. For those that still can be.
One day, some day, we will fail. But it is not today. Nor tomorrow.
Fellow walker of the abyss... can you not feel him still?
[Kasa reaches out to the Ishgardian night sky, fingers grasping at stars that she will not ever touch, far beyond the reach of even a Warrior of Light. Though she holds onto nothing she can still feel. Just because it cannot be seen does not mean it is not there. She believes with all of her heart that he is still watching over her. For she must. To continue to take steps she must hold true to this faith. Because she cannot continue this path alone. She can not muck through the shallows of darkness without that truth in her heart.]
Surely... you have not forgotten that warmth. Not yet... It's still much too soon for it to be naught but a fading memory.