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ARDYN IZUNIA

Ardyn Izunia. Professor of law. Lord of law. Liege of law. The one grading your papers. Leave a message.

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[ It's similar to what Grell said to him, so long ago, when Ainsley had gone back to sleep. ]

I must remember. How it is like to still feel...

[ However, this moment of self-indulgence is all that he will allow, so he'll look up again. ]

Then I too will be your mirror in these times. Though I would hold that you are still a good man, even now.

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[He smiles at him, faintly.]

Thank you. That means... well. It means a lot, because it's hard not to be plagued with internal doubts at the most inopportune times.

[But he wants to bring the focus to Lucian, with whom he cannot help but feel concerned.]

Do you not feel? Anything?

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[ The older man closes his eyes, putting a single hand to his chest. It's a rather cliche gesture, but it seemed to fit best. ]

No. It has drained out of me. Not entirely - I can still feel the stronger ones, but I am bereft of the remainder. I have to remind myself the sensation of emotion, so that I may experience it again.

[ The physical ways in which emotions manifested in one's body, that he can still muster. But was it truly emotion? ]

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Lucian, that's-

[Impossible to fathom. Cruel, that Retrospec would do such a thing? He almost doesn't know what to say, having emotion "drained" out of someone.

He feels a flash of anger at Retrospec again, but it fades in the face of concern for his friend.]

What can I do for you?

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[ How can one mourn a lost thing when one has lost the capacity for mourning itself? ]

I have found that being in the company of others helps to remind me. When alone, I fade easily into automation.

[ By itself, it has its own merits. But it feels like he is fighting a philosophical battle, not a necessary one at times. ]

Other than that... I have no more answers.

[ Not for the first time. It shows not quite on his face, instead in his eyes. ]

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Well, I find that unacceptable.

[As if he can do anything about it. As if Ardyn is able to help him, and not feel utterly useless for his friend. But stubbornness in the face of something larger than themselves can offer him a small mode of comfort, which he'll take when he can.]

You're certainly in a company of your friend now, but let's find something to do that'll make certain you feel that blossoming of happiness once more. What will it be? What brings you joy?

[Brought him joy.]

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[ Lucian merely contemplates Ardyn's words for a few moments before assuming a smile - not quite a chuckle, but it is fond and tinged with amusement. ]

You, my friend, are always so full of life. It's contagious sometimes, you know?

[ As faint as it had been, it felt like a sliver of tangible light. ]

The act that I enjoy the most is in knowing that you have found fulfilment.

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[The smile is promising, though what he tells him is bittersweet in its own way. It's touching, but Ardyn cannot help but shake his head.]

You're too kind. But I would have you be selfish for just this once, and think of yourself. Not I. Not my own fulfillment. But yours.

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[ It warrants some thought. Lucian has become so accustomed to thinking about others that he had integrated it into his own happiness. What does he want?

Perhaps it is time to delve further back into his memories of this world. ]

I have heard that the Halloween occasion is coming. Perhaps we could enjoy the celebrations. I have not played my violin in a long time.

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Oh, the violin.

[Just the very idea seems to bring a smile to his face. How graceful, but with a definite potential to be spooky. As suited for Halloween.]

Yes. What shall you play? I do want to listen.

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I could pick up some pieces for the occasion. Most of my repertoire consist of classics, alas.

[ In a quiet rebellion against his backsliding history, he would innovate. Become... hip. Perhaps. ]

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There is no "alas" that deserves to be added to that statement! The classics are classic for a reason.