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[hellufacade]

[He frowns at that.]

Don't be like that. I'm trying to connect with you. Relate to you. I asked if you were lonely for a reason, you know. I'm being honest, and so should you be. You may get quite a bit out of it, you know. I even had a proposition if you would just humor me.

[eightfoldlight]

[ She drops her hand and glances at him in only mild disbelief. ]

That's your idea of relating to me? [ She furrows her brow. ] Half-listening, then big grand declarations of what's wrong with me? I could do better than humor you if you'd stop that.

[hellufacade]

[He gives her a wide-eyed look that moves into a sad sort of shame. He was actually trying... And finding himself coming up short. He runs a hand through his hair, mouth twitching when he feels his own cat ear. He takes a deep breath and drops his hand. He stares up at the dimmed stage lights for a moment, collecting himself. He closes his eyes as he levels his face back to her. He opens his eyes slowly, brows pinching as he tries to peek at her soul and finds... Some absurd goddamn color. ]

...Alright. Let me try again. I... I'm listening. [He reaches one hand out, palm up. His eyes flick from it to her.] Speak to me.

[eightfoldlight]

[ Her eye widens at the sharp change in his whole demeanor. She honestly hadn't expected that to work. Yenh bites her glove off and puts her hand into his, moving quickly as though a window of opportunity is vanishing. Without the padding layer, it's once again obvious how truly tiny she is beneath all the combat gear and the put-on swagger. Yet it's only with a hair of hesitation before she pivots her hand to tangle her fingers into his. ]

[ He wanted honesty, then he'll have it. She meets his eyes with a wild intensity. ]

Yes. I am lonely. But what option does the Warrior of Light have? [ A completely absurd and meaningless smile creeps onto her face. ] Anyone I could choose as a close companion would become a target. Why should I ever put anyone I care about in that position?

[hellufacade]

[He gives her a look of true understanding. His lips part as he stares at her. He seems to be... processing something. His eyes tremble a little as he stares at her. ]

This has made islands of us all, I see. [This being... The sundering, the rejoinings. The endless cycle. He bites his lower lip.]

...Countless times have I wanted to stop. To be satisfied. To find... love and peace. To be comforted that everything would just be alright. [He closes his eyes as he closes his fingers around hers. ] ...But that is always just out of reach, isn't it?

[eightfoldlight]

[ The weird smile loses its staying power and fades. It's a truth about him she would have been more surprised to learn if Elidibus had not offered some seemingly-cold comment regarding Emet-Selch and his mercurial nature. ]

... aye. Two of the most powerful people in the world are two of the loneliest— and no-one the wiser. Whyever should a hero of Light or Dark feel such a thing? T'would be funny, were it not so cruel.

[hellufacade]

Alas, cruelly, we are still people. [He smiles bitterly, gazing at their hands. ]

Which brings me to my earlier point... You are lonely. I am lonely. None but the other can understand us. So... Come live with me. Speak with me, toil with me—And if the Gods smile upon us we just may find a solution to this ceaseless madness.

And if you truly are our chosen hero, you will need to take better care of yourself. ‘Tis either by miracle or design of your blessing that you have not died of exhaustion, I think.

[eightfoldlight]

[ She stares at him, mouth agape. Yenh continues to find it blatantly unfair how completely sensible he can be while still being a complete lunatic. ]

Would we not simply be tormenting ourselves? What if we lose the other? [ She asks this out of protest. ]

[hellufacade]

What if I die before you, you mean? Well, you’ve already had to wrestle with that fate, haven’t you? And I’m long used to losing others... I would be disappointed. Buuuut, I’m always disappointed. [So he shrugs.]

Unless you mean something else?

[eightfoldlight]

[ She settles back into worry, though she begins to feel foolish. Maybe they had been talking about completely different types of loneliness. He did, after all, only suggest they keep each other company and become partners-in-crime. Metaphorically. Probably. And it would align with her mission to keep an eye on the local Ascian. ]

[ Which leaves Yenh wondering what absolute madness it is that has seized her instead. ]

No. No, you're right. It would make a sensible arrangement.

[hellufacade]

[His eyes take a wild glint. He’s sort of astonished, really, that she agreed. But it would be a very good arrangement. He raises his other hand into the air, pointing. ]

Well, I’m not abandoning the theater. So you’ll just have to live in Nonah!

[eightfoldlight]

[ Yenh withholds her comment that maybe the theater wouldn't mind being abandoned. It does give him something constructive to do that isn't, well, following the bidding of Zodiark to perform the Rejoining. ]

Fine. Does your building have a spare room, or shall I make a bed in the basement? I could string a hammock up.

[hellufacade]

Oh, they’re all unpleasant. Plus, there’s nowhere to park my car. Let us find somewhere else...

[He grins. Even if this is a disaster, it is forward movement. ]

House or apartment?

[eightfoldlight]

[ Yenh feels like all of this is part of a decision that is as dangerous as any of the adventures she's been on lately. ]

House, I think. One with a very old tree. I like the chance to stretch out under the sky.

[hellufacade]

Hm... It shouldn’t be too hard to find a property like that in this city.

[He gives her hand a squeeze before drawing it back to his own lap. This all did feel completely insane, didn’t it? But he was a caution to the wind sort of man. And he was bored and sad, and a change sounded wonderful.]

Well... do you have any belongings?

[eightfoldlight]

Only a few.

[ Yenh slides her glove back on, wriggling her fingers to settle them snuggly back into place. At least that still feels right, unlike everything else in her life right now. ]

[ She begins to ask the same thing in return, only to remember she has already seen the inside of his room. ]

Is all of that furniture in your room yours? Not provided by the government, I mean.

[hellufacade]

A bit provided... a bit mine. I stumbled upon an antique market and simply could not help myself! However, I have access to some young men with strong backs... Or at least unsullied by years of manual labor.

[He was getting his stolen robot parts somehow.]

I do have quite a lot of clothing... Well! No time like the present, eh?

[eightfoldlight]

—right this moment?

[ This became yet another one of those 'sure, why not' moments where she gets caught up in the whirlwind of someone else's life, and once again she didn't even notice until it was too late. ]

[hellufacade]

Oh what, are you busy?

[He gives her a playful, catty look that is only accented by his... cat features. ]

[eightfoldlight]

[ Yenh stares at him. ]

No, but... [ She tries to think of a delaying tactic. No, still checking out as a good idea for the whole 'keep track of the Ascian while trying to help him' thing. ]

It's remarkably sudden, is all.

[hellufacade]

Now now, my hero isn’t getting cold feet, is she?

[He crosses his arms and frowns. ]

[eightfoldlight]

Cold feet! I shall have you know that-

[ Yenh latches onto a word and abandons the previous thought. ]

Wait, your hero?

[hellufacade]

[laughs, grimaces, and looks away. ]

Just a slip of the tongue. Don’t get excited. Anyway, what was it you’ll have me know?

[eightfoldlight]

[ She shrugs and tries to remember what she was going to say. ]

Right. I shall have you know that my feet are perfectly warm, thank you!

[ Yenh jumps down from the stage. ]

[hellufacade]

Good. I'd have it no other way, and the day is young. Let us get this properly underway... [He shuffles himself off the stage and walks after her. He tugs his pants up. Shit, he definitely needs suspenders. His shirt keeps riding up, too.]

Ah, as far as finances go, how much will you be able to contribute?