fortunefail | - 86 [Written / Action]

[It's been three weeks now. Three weeks since Mithos died. Yuan should know, he's the one who killed him. Now everything is quiet- too quiet. Revivals don't usually take this long, which means Mithos could very well be hiding out somewhere. Finally, he decides to put this to the test and makes an attempt to contact him.]

[Mithos]

I know you've returned. Have you finally learned your lesson about keeping a low profile, or is that too much to hope for?

[This was an absolute bluff. For all Yuan knows, the Malnosso have decided to keep Mithos for additional experimenting. Still, if that's so, then he won't even see this entry and no harm will be done.]

[Action]

[Shortly after this, from early in the afternoon on, Yuan can be found sitting on the roof of house #8. He'd been patrolling the village perimeter every so often for the past week, but today he'd rather stick close to home. The roof is a good place to keep an eye on his surroundings and it's relatively quiet.

After an hour or so, he lies back to stare up at the passing clouds. To think, Presea and Zelos were sent home recently, only to be replaced by Lloyd of all people. Luceti never ceases to catch Yuan off-guard, even after this many years.

Anyone is free to spot him and tell him to get down from the roof! Or join him up there. Whichever.]

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Of course not. You're a fool for not letting her go.

[That's the whole problem, isn't it? It'd be fine if Mithos only loved her, but his inability to give her up is what caused him to lose his mind in the first place.]

You don't leave someone you love, you stay with them.

[and even if he wanted to let go and turn away from the past, he couldn't. He can't. Not when it's so deeply rooted inside him.]

And you honor their memory when they die, by letting them rest in peace. Death is meant to be absolute.

[I need you to understand that you need to let me go. Martel's words to him, telling him that he should have accepted her death, echoing sharply inside. Making him feel like he should start curling in on himself, preparing for implosion.

There's a long gap before he writes his response. Another reason to be grateful that this encounter isn't in person: he can hide without having to force anger on top of the aching sadness.]

But I don't want it to be.

[And there he is. That young child that's still hidden inside Mithos after four thousand years. It's this notion that makes Yuan feel slight remorse over what he did. Not that he could have taken a different course of action.]

No one does. However, it isn't our place to question it, let alone attempt to change it.

[He should start arguing with Yuan again. Angry words, harsh, cutting remarks, the normal pattern. Suddenly, he's tired of it. ...Well, no, maybe not so suddenly.]

~~Why not?~~ [he re-reads what he wrote and hastily scribbles it out. then:] Fine. I don't care. [A huge lie, and he knows Yuan won't buy it. But he doesn't want to have this conversation with him, of all people, especially when his words match so closely with Martel's. Without waiting for a response, he closes his journal and blankly pushes it aside.]

[What a waste of time. Yuan still isn't sure why he allowed Mithos to bait him into this discussion in the first place.

At least he has his answer, now. Mithos is out there somewhere and it doesn't seem like he wants to be found.]

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