The Sphere RP

[[ ooc: the full memory can be seen here! i just wanted to highlight the most important parts. ]]

With these eyes, the sun rising in the distance is gentle rather than a glare, the shine against stone is a little weaker, but the shadows are definitely darker than expected, and there's some blurriness in further objects, something associated with weak vision-- clearly, whoever the viewer is, has some trouble seeing things far away, and terrible vision when it comes to dark things. Or perhaps it's the curtain of dark brown and vibrant red fringe, hanging down from the right and nearly obscuring vision on that side.

However, the long-haired boy with pointed ears in the distance definitely stands out, especially as sparks of blue start wafting from his body. So does the figure in nearly-full black armour who carries a greatsword longer than their own body, longer than even the person, the viewer, right beside them, despite wearing such dark armour. They are the least blurry figures in this entire scene, nearly every detail standing out in stark relief. Not even the young girl with similarly pointed ears is as detailed, and the draconic man in dark armour beside her? Might as well be a mass of blacks and greys.

"Forgive me, forgive me... I ask, I beg, I pray, but it never comes..." the boy says, but whatever forgiveness that may come is halted when he continues, voice soft as he cries. "Again they go to join the multitude in the black oblivion in the abyss..."

The armoured figure covered from head to to approaches the boy, and when they speak, their voice rings strangely. Masculine, definitely, cultured words coming from a voice that might be familiar yet would not have such a refined accent. "Such is our lot. Such is the fate of all who are born-- to suffer and die. Do not seek forgiveness, for it will not ease the burden. It weighs as it should."

A grim outlook on life itself, but he is right. And the man is so close to the boy that he looks as if he could be slowly breaking into blue sparks of light himself.

"But what of the lost?" asks the boy. "Do they not deserve to live again?"

The naive question of a child, unsurprising, and as the man keeps his silence, the boy finds his answer in the girl herself, and the dragon man beside her who offer their own wisdom. But it's when the boy looks straight at the viewer, who nods steadily once, that he truly accepts this. It's evident in the way he closes his eyes.

"Listen to my voice. Listen to our heartbeat. Listen..." says the fully-covered man. "I forgive you." He repeats this like a mantra.

"Thank you. That is... all I ever wanted..." The boy stands, now showing newfound confidence, in his actions, and his next words, and while he may say more... a particular line will stand out because he looks at the viewer, and then closes his eyes. The smile on his face, the tone in his voice is just filled with love. Pure warmth towards the person who defeated him, despite what had clearly been a fight. He loves, with all the heart of a child, and a certain person's vision goes just a little more blurry from unshed tears which are blinked away quickly.

"In your darkest hour, in the blackest night... think of me... and I will be with you. Always. For where else could I go? Who else could I love but you?"