Kevaraan was slightly baffled by his companion's closeness, and his steps were erratic for a while before he had stopped. He followed L'yhta's gaze to the lamp and the gaggle of pulsating, minuscule yellow spheres that flitted about it. The light caught on the metal of his facial piercings, causing them to glint brightly as he contemplated.
"So five years really have gone by..." He continued to watch the lamp, mildly gritting his teeth before exhaling through them. "People just... being erased like that, then showing up and proclaiming something that sounds more at home in an anthology of epics... I don't disbelieve them, even though I can hardly remember what it was like myself. The Empire, Dalamud... the times were so stressful I hardly remember."
He smirked, looking at her out of the corner of his eye. "Not that I really want to. But, if what you say is true, denial is the least of my problems: my mother might not even remember me or my father, or at best, what we went off to do."
Kevaraan crossed his arms. "I despise lying, even if it's to cover for something as improbable as this. The empire's grand schemes left me with quite the mess to sort out--but I suppose they wished to do that to all of Eorzea. Perhaps if we study the Aether more, we can find clues to what's causing these... abnormalities."
He smiled at her, though it was a bit crooked. "Yes, if you'd met Ciselia, I doubt you would have forgotten her. She'd make sure of it..."
As they continued to walk, he kept his eyes in the direction of the inn, and seemed to ease up. "I think I'll be in the city of Gridania for a week more, maybe two. You might run into me in the mornings, if you stay yourself."
"So five years really have gone by..." He continued to watch the lamp, mildly gritting his teeth before exhaling through them. "People just... being erased like that, then showing up and proclaiming something that sounds more at home in an anthology of epics... I don't disbelieve them, even though I can hardly remember what it was like myself. The Empire, Dalamud... the times were so stressful I hardly remember."
He smirked, looking at her out of the corner of his eye. "Not that I really want to. But, if what you say is true, denial is the least of my problems: my mother might not even remember me or my father, or at best, what we went off to do."
Kevaraan crossed his arms. "I despise lying, even if it's to cover for something as improbable as this. The empire's grand schemes left me with quite the mess to sort out--but I suppose they wished to do that to all of Eorzea. Perhaps if we study the Aether more, we can find clues to what's causing these... abnormalities."
He smiled at her, though it was a bit crooked. "Yes, if you'd met Ciselia, I doubt you would have forgotten her. She'd make sure of it..."
As they continued to walk, he kept his eyes in the direction of the inn, and seemed to ease up. "I think I'll be in the city of Gridania for a week more, maybe two. You might run into me in the mornings, if you stay yourself."
