[ His daughter rests in the crook of his arm, her cheek pressed into the dark line of his coat — the baby fat of her cheek beginning to turn into the slender line of a young girl's jaw. Her hair curls like a white cloud, a streak of spring green caught in the idly-chewing mouth of a pink creature that coos and croons while she sleeps. Before him, the brilliance of the Altar illuminates the lightless depths of the Sea of Corpses, casting stark relief through the narrow window in his office.
Beyond the Ido Front, humanity drives itself forward. In the name of their unique bond with the unknown, they cast aside all that they love upon the surface and commit themselves to the Abyss — love, family, friends, potential and future alike. ( He is Zenith, has chosen Zenith for that reason. For the impassioned and adorable Zenites who have pledged themselves to the forward march, the tireless progress associated with the future. ) ( In the wake of Link's plea, the way he thinks of his world and the potential to return in the wake of a Meridian win, he thinks of the children whom had stood against him — in Meridian, he sees them. Riko, Reg, Nanachi. )
May your journey overflow, with curses and blessings. In the core of his un-person, Bondrewd does not mind who claims true victory. He will be infinitely proud of all who have partaken in this microcosm of strife and fate-defiance; he does not hate a single one of them, nor begrudge them when they leverage their personal pain as a vendetta against the 'other'. He sees the children, who abandoned their own safety and adult futures, and turned their eyes down — down into the Abyss.
The same Abyss he also wishes to know the truth of. Not simply for his personal pleasure, but for all who will come in the future. There is so much of the world that he has not seen, that they have not seen, that Link has not seen — and he acquiesces to the yearning, striving thing that he sees at the heart of the Meridian. Zenith wanes within him, thinning like a diluted substance, sheer as the Fog Weave as it is urged away, and the courage in Link's heart draws him in. Allows him to unite himself to Meridian.
( In Communion, the image of his daughter stirs. Her green eyes open, her mouth curves into a smile as she knuckles the sleep from her eyes: Papa, she drawls, still disoriented and rousing. I had a dream about a hero. He was all in green, like me. I love green.
Yes, Prushka. He tells her memory, patient and mild: He truly is just like you. ]
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Beyond the Ido Front, humanity drives itself forward. In the name of their unique bond with the unknown, they cast aside all that they love upon the surface and commit themselves to the Abyss — love, family, friends, potential and future alike. ( He is Zenith, has chosen Zenith for that reason. For the impassioned and adorable Zenites who have pledged themselves to the forward march, the tireless progress associated with the future. ) ( In the wake of Link's plea, the way he thinks of his world and the potential to return in the wake of a Meridian win, he thinks of the children whom had stood against him — in Meridian, he sees them. Riko, Reg, Nanachi. )
May your journey overflow, with curses and blessings. In the core of his un-person, Bondrewd does not mind who claims true victory. He will be infinitely proud of all who have partaken in this microcosm of strife and fate-defiance; he does not hate a single one of them, nor begrudge them when they leverage their personal pain as a vendetta against the 'other'. He sees the children, who abandoned their own safety and adult futures, and turned their eyes down — down into the Abyss.
The same Abyss he also wishes to know the truth of. Not simply for his personal pleasure, but for all who will come in the future. There is so much of the world that he has not seen, that they have not seen, that Link has not seen — and he acquiesces to the yearning, striving thing that he sees at the heart of the Meridian. Zenith wanes within him, thinning like a diluted substance, sheer as the Fog Weave as it is urged away, and the courage in Link's heart draws him in. Allows him to unite himself to Meridian.
( In Communion, the image of his daughter stirs. Her green eyes open, her mouth curves into a smile as she knuckles the sleep from her eyes: Papa, she drawls, still disoriented and rousing. I had a dream about a hero. He was all in green, like me. I love green.
Yes, Prushka. He tells her memory, patient and mild: He truly is just like you. ]