[ At least there's definite fondness with Comet's response to affirm that. There's another scene about to play out from the way things come into view, and Comet figures they should just... sit on the forest floor and let it play out. It's only fair since they saw Malice's memories. They'll tug Malice to join them, handing him a mana stone.
There's a memory of Comet again, a bit older this time... holding a huge stack of paper needing to be filled out based on the lines and empty boxes. Surrounding them are looming spirits or indistinct shades of people. Comet isn't paying any mind to them, but their eyes look tired and empty, trying to read the text in their hands and make sense of it, probably.
"Oh, it's the priestess's kid." "They're really making the poor thing wait with with us? We have all the time in the world when we're dead and those guys are immortal, not them." "Yeah, the priestess is in rough shape, too. Just let them take care of her if they won't go near her." "Oh.. Rumor is that they need the kid as a replacement for--"
Like it's a library (the faint walls and desks would imply it is), the spirits are shushed by a tall figure coming into view. This one has robes like their mother but pristine and tidy, with same white hair and red eyes as hers. Comet looks up at the elder, then at the gossipy spirits, but they get tugged away by their arm out of the scene. ]
...Oh, we didn't have to wait with that memory. I'm glad.
[ This time, their voice sounds a little cold as does they look out where the memory was, holding their knees. ]
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[ At least there's definite fondness with Comet's response to affirm that. There's another scene about to play out from the way things come into view, and Comet figures they should just... sit on the forest floor and let it play out. It's only fair since they saw Malice's memories. They'll tug Malice to join them, handing him a mana stone.
There's a memory of Comet again, a bit older this time... holding a huge stack of paper needing to be filled out based on the lines and empty boxes. Surrounding them are looming spirits or indistinct shades of people. Comet isn't paying any mind to them, but their eyes look tired and empty, trying to read the text in their hands and make sense of it, probably.
"Oh, it's the priestess's kid."
"They're really making the poor thing wait with with us? We have all the time in the world when we're dead and those guys are immortal, not them."
"Yeah, the priestess is in rough shape, too. Just let them take care of her if they won't go near her."
"Oh.. Rumor is that they need the kid as a replacement for--"
Like it's a library (the faint walls and desks would imply it is), the spirits are shushed by a tall figure coming into view. This one has robes like their mother but pristine and tidy, with same white hair and red eyes as hers. Comet looks up at the elder, then at the gossipy spirits, but they get tugged away by their arm out of the scene. ]
...Oh, we didn't have to wait with that memory. I'm glad.
[ This time, their voice sounds a little cold as does they look out where the memory was, holding their knees. ]