[He'll get up to grab the pitcher of water nearby along with two glasses to fill one for himself, and he'll quietly serve the water as she speaks, sliding it over to her side.
But one he sits back, there's just a high rise of his brows at that. They were...being brought back to life? A theory forms in his mind, but first...]
[ When he asks his question, she opens her eyes, woken from her thoughts. Rem considers how to answer as she continues to look at the hands in her lap. Her nerves have quieted, but in its place is defeat. ]
Some sort of… cough and weakness.
No one knows what it really is, but I had it since young. A mutant malboro made by the enemy Empire attacked the village, back then. It might have been that… [ There’s some doubt in her voice, though. Even if a wretched monster spewing disease and poison is the best theory, it doesn’t explain how she didn’t exhibit the same symptoms as the other infected townsfolk at the time. Or that Machina, who survived the attack with her, was unaffected.
The origins don’t matter to her so much as that it affects her, and this all reminds her, in part, why she wants to make something that can function as the Altocrystarium.
Slowly, she raises her gaze. She doesn’t mean to be helpless. She refuses to be idle so long as her body works. It is why she’s been trying all this time to become stronger, to gather phantoma, and to find something she could use instead of the Altocrystarium. ]
I am. [ She’s the “only one” of Class Zero for other things, too. Only one to be able to siphon the soul from a living being, not just the dead. Only one to— ]
You look like you’re trying to puzzle something together.
It could be nothing. However you have your own doubts to the cause, so it could be something else. Then again, I have no knowledge so I couldn't even begin to speculate.
My bigger question is—are you certain you are still afflicted by it?
I'm pretty certain. [ Now that she thinks about it, it does seem less severe than it had been in her world. Although, she's not sure if it's because she's in this world, or that her illness has been reset to an earlier time before her death.
Her hand rises to touch her chest just above her heart. ] I've already had a flare once.
[ Rem, who has been doing who knows what this entire time, is caught off-guard by the sudden question. She places one foot back.
Does she play ignorant? Deny that she knows what he's talking about? No-- that would be insulting him. But so, too, would be answering honestly. Caught between two negative outcomes, she stalls. Compounding this is the fact that it's ingrained in her to respect those who are above her. He is not a l'cie, but he is immortal.
Why, he asks. ]
...What you said before-- about... "using this thing for evil." Do you really think that's what I needed it for?
Aye. Especially when those symptoms are quite similar to our own curse and what I was going through. Just without the turning to stone for you, even being bound to a chair is not so different for those who are advanced into it.
[He also knows what she's trying to do, but he'll wait and let it play out.]
I understand where you're coming from, but I still can't agree. You don't sacrifice however many souls, potentially thousands judging from what I hear you had to do in your own world, for what is basically a stop gap and even worse, a what if.
What if what you create doesn't work? What if other people learn of what you are doing? Sure, they may sympathize, but sympathy alone won't be enough for them to accept it.
[ She'd remained quiet on the Altocrytsarium for a few reasons. First, that the place was both sacred and a sole privilege of Class Zero's. Second, that it had to do with a duty to harvest phantoma after a battle. Other people learning what she and her class do would not go over well with many, for the reasons he outlines.
It's strange to think that something she's done so frequently could be horrifying to others. Stranger, still, to think that it never occurred to her or any of the Class how the very same act they were committing with souls would be terrible. By the time souls were in their hands, they forget. Logically, she knew it was a soul, knew it was once a person, but there was still that block... or fog... or whatever it had been, over her mind.
(Why did they gather souls, anyway? What did the Archsorcerress need them for, if not to help them grow stronger?)
She doesn't want to be horrifying. Those souls could be any number of good people, people that she probably knew at some point. ]
I'm hoping you don't need to use any. Even the animals and creatures here seem to have more intelligence than at least my own world, and I don't mean just the ones who walk around and talk like people.
[He then rubs his brows.]
But I will concede that if it had to be done, that's at least the better alternative.
What else can I do? Wait and wither? [ Frustration tinges her voice, knowing full well that it makes her sound childish. She's allowed to, she thinks, before she gives up.
Waiting is only going to make her weaker. What else is she supposed to do in this world? She'll be as helpless as the day the Empire burned her hometown-- and given the amount of fantastical, unbelievably powerful creatures here, she'll be as helpless as the fist time she came face-to-face with a l'cie. ]
[Just a slight shake of his head, ignoring her question about him for now to focus more on her.]
Now I didn't say you had to do nothing.
[Yes, he can very well see her age in this, nor can he blame her.]
First thing I would suggest is see if someone can't figure out what you have, be it an illness or a curse. Not to mention it could be behaving differently in this world, just like how my curse is different here. Even between the rest of the group it's not quite acting the same.
If not someone from this world, perhaps someone from another who has different or stronger abilities to determine what you have. Hell, perhaps even the leviathan if that were possible.
[ Asking for help would mean she’d need to tell others that she’s dying, though, which she is very reluctant to do, and she looks away uncertainly. She doesn’t need to be viewed as either weaker or more mortal than before.
Who knows. Could give you answers, could give you nothing. Is it any different than trying to remake a tool that consumes crystals for who knows what purpose?
[ She has her doubts. If the Archsorceress couldn’t find a cure or what was wrong with her, then who else can? Which is a thought borne, of course, from an unquestioning devotion to her, something she has not shaken yet.
But it’s worth a shot, at least. ] I’ll have to try.
[ That doesn’t solve the problem of how weak she is compared to others, and how she can barely keep up in battle. And if she won’t use souls, she can’t summon, she can’t do many other things, and she’ll be even more handicapped. And then… and then— if it doesn’t work anyway—
[He doesn't know all her thoughts, and he can tell she's not convinced. But she is at least listening and willing to try, and that already is a mission in itself. So his expression softens.]
As I said, I am already looking into dealing with our own little curse. Perhaps there will be some intersect or something I come across you can use.
But I am willing to help you, Rem. And I will also keep an eye out for that relic. While I hope there is a better alternative, if the only thing that can save your life is making something similar to that Altocrystarium, so long as you don't have to use the souls of people, then so be it. I just wish it be a last resort—not the only one.
[ She only needs it for a few spells to buy her time and to compensate for the lack of power. One spell to bring back the dead. Another spell to instant kill. Two things that can help preserve her fate, or at least buy her more time, and perhaps that of others who are afflicted by similar curses. Rem is unsure how a leviathan would help with that, but the alternative is that she can... try to learn them on her own?
Everything else-- such as the feeling of being weak, of needing to be stronger-- they're her internal problems. ]
I can express how much I'm grateful to you... And, I'm going to do my best, I am. [ She can be careful. No fighting dangerous bounties, then. ]
So... how long do you have left? You mentioned your curse was acting differently.
[If only he knew about that feeling of being weak... He could help her more than, point her in other directions.]
Good question.
[A shrug.]
Right now it feels as if I had started over from the beginning, like I just awakened. But it could also be right before the symptoms started to progress. I do still feel that familiar fatigue if I use too many powerful spells, especially if I semi-prime, but at least I'm not coughing up blood nor turning into stone—yet.
[He takes a quick draw of his cigar before tapping it over the ash tray again.]
The progression of the curse is dependent on the individual and how much magick used. And as a Dominant, the progression is slower than the average Bearer. I've been a Dominant for twenty-six years, and it wasn't until about ten years ago that I really started feeling it, a few more years for it to actually show on my arm. And then the past year for the blood. At that point the progression accelerated, so I knew I didn't have long left.
[A wave of his hand, smoke trailing in the air.]
Unless being in this world changes things, at least for myself I have time. But I am not going to chance it, especially with everyone else around.
[Especially Dion... And also Joshua's other problem.
He then looks at her.]
How fast did your illness spread and are you feeling any of it now?
I don't know what you needed or wanted it for. That was why I was asking.
[ He is...quite intense when he wants answers. Something about the way he stares at you. His height only adds to that. Unfortunately he's not very good at speaking in a soft manner. ]
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