An interesting little device, is this not? A gift from the Natha – and I hope you will forgive me its use. I felt it best to organize my thoughts before we spoke, and this seemed to be the easiest way to do so.
I suppose I needn't tell you what you no doubt already suspect: I have spoken to Prompto. It was... an eye-opening conversation to say the very least. And lest you wonder, I have chosen to take him at his word, and I believe you knew that I would. The boy doesn't have a dishonest bone in his body.
Gods, where do I even begin? I had my suspicions, of course, that I would stumble upon something dark and violent were I to learn the truth, and though I believe I do not yet hold the whole story, the things I do know have surpassed my expectations. Murder, kidnapping, torture, even. He tells me you planned to shroud the world in darkness, but you and I both know you already succeeded in that, did you not? All those moons ago, when you told me the Starscourge blotted out Eos' sun, I had no idea that same darkness flowed through your very veins.
You are... you are everything I have ever endeavored to fight against. You are everything I hate, and indeed, I should hate you.
And yet... I cannot bring myself to hate you.
You saved my life, and I believe in that moment you didn't have to. You could have lied, could have delivered the news of my demise with a falsehood or not at all. Who would have been there to know the truth but the ruined corpse of a chimera? Yet you chose to use the very power that once damned you to save me. I owe you a debt that I don't believe I can ever repay, but that's only the half of it. I glimpsed something in that moment. For the space of a heartbeat, through a crack in centuries of flippant indifference, I saw your pain.
I cannot begin to understand it, and should I live even half as long as you, I may never truly understand, but there is one thing that I do know. I know that hating you solves nothing. Hating you makes nothing better. You don't need another soul to shun you. Decades ago, when I took up the mantle of the Red to fight for the freedom of my people, I swore an oath, one I keep and do my best to uphold even now. “To champion the weak, with heart and steel.” I have seen you fight, my friend. It is not my blade that you need.
There are questions I yet have. I know not where this path may lead, and I may not like the answers you have to give, but I would know them, regardless. Some things cannot be overlooked, as you said, but that does not have to mean the end.
Call me, please. Or come to Wyver, if you like. I'll be needing this book back, anyway. It is but a useless statue in the hands of anyone else but me. The scarf you may keep, if that were not obvious from the start.
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An interesting little device, is this not? A gift from the Natha – and I hope you will forgive me its use. I felt it best to organize my thoughts before we spoke, and this seemed to be the easiest way to do so.
I suppose I needn't tell you what you no doubt already suspect: I have spoken to Prompto. It was... an eye-opening conversation to say the very least. And lest you wonder, I have chosen to take him at his word, and I believe you knew that I would. The boy doesn't have a dishonest bone in his body.
Gods, where do I even begin? I had my suspicions, of course, that I would stumble upon something dark and violent were I to learn the truth, and though I believe I do not yet hold the whole story, the things I do know have surpassed my expectations. Murder, kidnapping, torture, even. He tells me you planned to shroud the world in darkness, but you and I both know you already succeeded in that, did you not? All those moons ago, when you told me the Starscourge blotted out Eos' sun, I had no idea that same darkness flowed through your very veins.
You are... you are everything I have ever endeavored to fight against. You are everything I hate, and indeed, I should hate you.
And yet... I cannot bring myself to hate you.
You saved my life, and I believe in that moment you didn't have to. You could have lied, could have delivered the news of my demise with a falsehood or not at all. Who would have been there to know the truth but the ruined corpse of a chimera? Yet you chose to use the very power that once damned you to save me. I owe you a debt that I don't believe I can ever repay, but that's only the half of it. I glimpsed something in that moment. For the space of a heartbeat, through a crack in centuries of flippant indifference, I saw your pain.
I cannot begin to understand it, and should I live even half as long as you, I may never truly understand, but there is one thing that I do know. I know that hating you solves nothing. Hating you makes nothing better. You don't need another soul to shun you. Decades ago, when I took up the mantle of the Red to fight for the freedom of my people, I swore an oath, one I keep and do my best to uphold even now. “To champion the weak, with heart and steel.” I have seen you fight, my friend. It is not my blade that you need.
There are questions I yet have. I know not where this path may lead, and I may not like the answers you have to give, but I would know them, regardless. Some things cannot be overlooked, as you said, but that does not have to mean the end.
Call me, please. Or come to Wyver, if you like. I'll be needing this book back, anyway. It is but a useless statue in the hands of anyone else but me. The scarf you may keep, if that were not obvious from the start.
Until we speak again, be well, my friend.
Yours,
X'rhun Tia