Of course. Is that not what the stasis room is for? To walk along the rows of those taken by sleep, and reminisce?
[It has the intonation of a joke, but it’s true enough. To return to this room is not unlike walking past islets of memory, familiar faces contained in glass as if they were nothing more than statuettes. Many of those from Eos had been asleep for so long that they might as well have been, still and silent, for Ardyn to glance over their faces, keen eyes critical, before moving on.
He has no real affection towards any of the encased, and yet he finds himself coming up here time and time again; the past has its hooks deep into Ardyn, and this is just another way that it manifests, these visits.
Ardyn stops, turning to look at the sleeping individual that X’rhun had been looking upon. His tone is airy and purposefully not weighted by anything sounding like nostalgia.]
There is no one to look over them now, with the station so empty. Do you think it’s a matter for concern?
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[It has the intonation of a joke, but it’s true enough. To return to this room is not unlike walking past islets of memory, familiar faces contained in glass as if they were nothing more than statuettes. Many of those from Eos had been asleep for so long that they might as well have been, still and silent, for Ardyn to glance over their faces, keen eyes critical, before moving on.
He has no real affection towards any of the encased, and yet he finds himself coming up here time and time again; the past has its hooks deep into Ardyn, and this is just another way that it manifests, these visits.
Ardyn stops, turning to look at the sleeping individual that X’rhun had been looking upon. His tone is airy and purposefully not weighted by anything sounding like nostalgia.]
There is no one to look over them now, with the station so empty. Do you think it’s a matter for concern?