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[eightfoldlight]

[ Yenh squints at him, feeling desperately uncertain about all of this despite knowing what her mission is. ]

Don't get it twisted, Hades.

[hellufacade]

Oh, I’m not! [He was. ]

You’re the hunter and I’m your unwitting quarry. But you’ve done a piss poor job at keeping up with me. Either you’re losing your touch or you sense, however latently, that there is something wrong here— Something somehow more concerning than the presence of an Ascian!

[eightfoldlight]

[ She frowns. He wasn't entirely right, but right enough that it makes her uncomfortable. This is the kind of discussion she would have preferred to have with someone like Urianger or Y'shtola or Alphinaud. ]

Of course there's something wrong. Why would they continue summoning people like us when they'd already averted the end of the world? If the United States is at war with the Communists of the Kremlin, why are we not fighting? The worst I've seen with my eyes is the poverty and depravity one would find in any Eorzean city.

[hellufacade]

Why indeed? Oh, but you’ve never been used as a tool for a distraction before, have you? Well. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. As far as you knew. Besiiiides! It’s a Cold War. Not the same sort you dealt with in Ishgard!

[He thinks she doesn’t know the difference between physically cold climates and a stand-off. Is he right? ]

[eightfoldlight]

[ Yenh rolls her eyes and chooses not to correct him. ]

What do you think is going on, then? A distraction from what?

[hellufacade]

The world was supposed to end. The people here recognize this world by half. Isn’t it obvious?

[He crosses his arms and stares at her expectantly. ] Go on. Say it. I know you have a brain somewhere under those furry ears.

[eightfoldlight]

[ She exhales through her nose, as if it were a pain to even acknowledge that she has her own ideas about what's been happening here. ]

There are hundreds, if not thousands, of reflections of Earth. Those I've spoken with point to different histories, or histories that are near-enough to this one's with slight differences. As far as I can tell, there was no one Sundering or Rejoining event.

[hellufacade]

Yes, yes. No single event. Isn’t that horrifying? These entirely aetherless and weak pawns just scratching together an existence ruled by— whom? Just more power hungry yet short sighted weaklings? Doesn’t it terrify you?

[He steps back and turns away from her as he raises his arms. ]

What foul evil could be at play? Will we ever touch it? See it? Know its name? It has stayed hidden thus far! What terrifying thing could strip me of my powers? Perhaps that is why it took me as I was dying. Opportune.

[He peers over his shoulder. ]

Sooo... I have a plan, Hero. But... do you?

[eightfoldlight]

[ She purses her lips as she listens to him and watches him. Emet-Selch really has a way of making even the most logical proposition sound horrible. It takes her an enormous amount of effort not to just blow him off out of hand. ]

Is this about the Porters, again?

[hellufacade]

Oh keep up, will you? Of course it is. Nothing is done for no reason. Even the most innocent and innocuous choice is colored by the circumstances that surround it.

[He dramatically places a few fingers against his brow as he tilts his head back. ]

Or have you really learned nothing?

[eightfoldlight]

[ Yenh falls silent, her eye remaining trained on him as she thinks. It isn't as though he's wrong. It would make it all easier if he was. Being an Ascian, and thus prone to making plans that tend to go terribly wrong for everyone except the Ascians themselves, she wants to discard him out of hand. But she can't. ]

[ Regardless of the situation happening on Earth, it is as she told Nashir: if there is any risk Emet-Selch can return home, ready and willing to resume his post without interruption to old plans, then there is only one answer. It feels as though there only ever will be one answer. But she and Nashir decided to try and save him, didn't they? Knowing even just one person has her back, she rallies. ]

[ Her options ever and always grow more convoluted. ]

You aren't wrong.

[hellufacade]

Of course I’m not! [He says with a squawk. ]

‘Tis clear as crystal that you are as lost as you ever were without your companions.

[He folds his arms and turns towards her. He sighs, deflating.]

Very well, Hero. If you require my counsel again...

[eightfoldlight]

[ Yenh frowns at him. ]

Slow down, Hades. I said you aren't wrong. And I considered what you said the other night, about me being the only one who can save everyone. That's probably true. Everything you have said is likely true, given how my life has trended thus far.

[ She shrugs and sits back on her butt on stage, resting her head on her arms and knees as though tired. ]

But at least the Scions have the decency not to treat me like a fancy shovel.

[hellufacade]

[He does a double take. ]

Is that how you think I’m treating you? Like some tool? Or is it someone else you speak of?

[Enquiring minds want to know! ]

[eightfoldlight]

You!

[ She looks at him incredulously. ]

Do you really not understand how you sound? As much as you talk at me and browbeat me, and then can't even properly address my concerns? Surely, you must.

[hellufacade]

[He huffs. ]

Concerns! She has concerns. Well. Out with it! The sooner we resolve this, the sooner this hellish ache in my skull will leave me.

[And brow beating is his love language. ]

[eightfoldlight]

[ She pushes herself forward into a squat again, pointing down toward him. ]

See, right there! That's the very thing. You've decided on what you want, and you're just out to convince me to come along with you.

[hellufacade]

I’ve asked you what you want and what your plans were. You had no answers! But someone has to, hmm?

[He leans his elbows on the stage. ]

Go on, tell me your designs.

[eightfoldlight]

[ Yenh pinches the bridge of her nose as she attempts to salvage this disgrace. ]

I haven't gathered enough information or met enough people to feel confident in any plan. Much less one foisted on me by one whose Plan B for his last big scheme was to kill me.

[hellufacade]

[He folds his arms and bristles.]

My “Plan B” wasn’t preferable, merely inevitable! Or so I thought. Don’t take it so personally. What happened, by the by, during that battle? It has haunted me ever since. Of course I have my theories. but....

[eightfoldlight]

[ Yenh exhales out her nose. This, at least, she had already decided to tell him. ]

Do you know a man named Ardbert?

[hellufacade]

[He squints at her and frowns. ]

Yes, of course. The Warrior of Light of the First. Dead for a century.

[He senses where this is going and is angry about it.]

Don’t tell me...

[eightfoldlight]

[ Yenh nods. She facetiously decides not to tell him exactly what happened since he said 'don't tell me,' but she can make it even more clear. ]

He traveled with me for most of my time on the First.

[hellufacade]

Oh did he! Reaping the benefits of our ardor while shunning my ceaseless toil?

[His frown twists into a snarl.]

So you absorbed him at that fateful moment?

[eightfoldlight]

[ Yenh steels herself and nods. ]