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[ Her eyes widen further. ] Create--- [ It's a whisper, equal part of disbelief and relief.

One would think that this sort of feat wouldn't come as a surprise, given what she knows of him, but it nonetheless does. It's difficult for someone such as she to comprehend the true extent of the powers belonging to someone like him. ]

...I'll repay you. [ She says slowly at first, but the tempo of her words pick up by the end ] I don't know how, but I will. Promise.

[ He lifts a shoulder in a shrug. Crosses his arms and glances away with a frown. Embarrassed by the gratitude, as usual. ]

Yes, well, we can speak of repayment and debt or what have you if I can actually create the thing. I currently lack my creation magicks but I hear there is a way to regain that which has been lost.

[ Having grown so used to living amongst mortals, those godlike powers hadn't felt very necessary in day-to-day life. ]

[ A few moments of silence passes as Rem casts her gaze down, a hand lifting to her chest. She curls her fingers against the clasp of her cloak, closing her eyes.

How many times has she been cautioned by others to temper her hope? Countless. But this possibility of receiving help-- of finding something she can use-- instills warmth within her chest, fragile, precarious, but present in a way it hadn't been there before, replacing the feeling of glass that comes with breathing. ]

It's incredible that you have that power, regardless. I can't even fathom-- ah.

[ She needs to live. She needs to become stronger, and to do that, she needs something that can house souls-- ]

Even if you don't regain it, Emet-Selch... still, thank you. Thank you for offering. [ SHE'S GETTING EMOTIONAL. She's so touched! And she doesn't want to embarrass herself in front of him, so she simply keeps her head bowed. ]

[ Oh, gods, don't start crying, Rem. He can't deal with this emotional gratitude. ]

Don't-- Don't. This world saw fit to strip me of that power when it brought me here. I cannot guarantee I can get it back. Do not put your hopes in me.

[ He hates the twisting feeling in his gut. He hates disappointing others. Someone like him is not supposed to be inspiring hope in anyone and he doesn't know how he'll break the news to her if he can't live up to it. ]

Haven't you ever heard of the phrase 'it's the thought that counts'...? [ Rem smiles, but shakes her head. Even if he doesn't create-- what is it called? aurcite?-- for her, she's grateful that he tried.

After months of failure to find something suitable on her own, she needs some sort of hope, even if may not come to fruition. ] A-anyway. I should get going.

[ YES BECAUSE. Someone caring is that moving and she's an emotional bean. ]

[ He nods stiffly. The uncomfortable feeling in his gut persists. Now he really doesn't want to disappoint her. ]

Aye. I'll let you know if I'm successful or not.

[ ...And in his usual brusque manner, he walks off. ]

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