[ six doesn't know why he's so relieved when emily tells him that she's done. he starts unbuttoning the shirt, shrugging it off to pass it over to her, leaving his chest exposed long enough for him to grab his usual shirt.
he pauses midway to putting it back on mostly to watch her work, not quite realizing there's a chance their eyes could meet and then that'll just make things awkward. that's enough for him to pull the shirt down, working to fix his armor back on his hands. ]
[she does glance at him when he hands her the shirt, her eyes flicking over him on reflex before she goes back to the garment in her hands. focus. just focus, and she finishes cutting out the section, setting it aside before beginning to pin. it's a simple hem, if she keeps herself on a steady path, she should be able to finish these, but he might get bored before she does.
conversation, at least, will keep things moving.]
Of course. It's actually a nice change of pace...I would have ended up finding something mundane to do if there wasn't this.
[but, it also gives her an idea to pass the time with.]
Tell me something, Six. What kind of world do you live in? Everyone here seems to come from somewhere unique. Utterly unlike what I'm accustomed to.
[ six wonders if he's ever felt more perceived than he does right now. he doesn't know why, because it's not like emily is eyeing him at all, but he's a little bit more aware of her presence and can't help but make it a point to avoid looking at her while she works. ]
Where I'm from... [ where does he even begin with this. ] There are islands floating in the sky. It's a world that has been forsaken by the gods— there's no avoiding the tragedies that happen underneath the vast expanse of blue, but it is still a world that is bright and hopeful.
[ a beat, and then he's looking at her now. ]
I think it's hard to describe it properly in words, so it might be better if you ask me something specific. What would you like to know?
[she's not looking back, hands moving steadily from pins to an actual needle, and this she knows even better. it's not the same as sewing up skin, not at all, but something like this is almost comforting in how orderly it can be. a task set out to be done.
a world in the sky, that still had hope. what might such a place look like? if gods were real, and left their mark. Emily supposes they are, considering her experiences, but...
anyway. she smiles a little, and carries on.]
Tell me about something there that you sincerely enjoy. Something that you like, that doesn't exist here.
[ with this one, there's hardly any hesitation in his words. ]
Sailing through the skies. We're called skyfarers back home. The only way to get from one island to another is via airship, so...
[ just the feeling of the wind on your face as you zip through the clouds—there's nothing else quite like it. watching sunsets and sunrises hit differently when you're this close to that vast expanse of blue. ]
There was one point where I thought I would be alright if I never left my home, but I was given the chance to experience this and I've... never really looked back.
[and from the tone of her voice, she means it - even if her eyes are focused on the fabric, she's listening as she sews, since a basic hem only requires consistency, not one's absolute focus. it means she can think about a ship flying somehow from island to island, and be delighted.]
I don't blame you for not going back - something called an airship sounds like it'd open up the entire world to your wishes. Meanwhile there's nothing in the air where I come from but clouds overhead. Our ships only go on water.
[ there's a small misunderstanding he wants to correct— ]
No, I still... I still go back my hometown often. [ his guilt ties him to that place. there's no way he can simply leave it behind. ] However, you're right that becoming a skyfarer has opened up possibilities that would otherwise not be available to me had I stayed.
[ he thinks back to the man he now works for... and how he'd be delighted to hear him utter these words. six has spent most of his time as an eternal downplaying siete's contributions to the life he lives now, but it's true that he owes the man so much — for simply giving him another chance at life.
now that the awkwardness has all but melted away, he's back to watching her work. meticulous hands stitch away at fabric in a manner that's almost mesmerizing to him. ]
There must be something that's still amazing to you, in your world. It can be anything.
[she says it like she's mulling it over, but really, there's nothing as wonderful as crossing the skies to share. nothing as striking that doesn't cross the line into misery - no one wants to hear about the wretched game and the endless cycle. it's easier to speak about other people's hopes, dreams, their pasts and futures.
perhaps that's all she needs to bring up.]
The most amazing thing really is the variety of people I've had the chance to meet. They've gone through much to be where they are, who they are, and in general I've seen people endure through moments of great trial. Even so, lives are still being lived - happiness still exists, and every time, I feel glad in sympathy for them.
[almost done with this one. it doesn't take much to finish a basic hem like this.]
But if you were thinking about something less abstract, I've always been fascinated by herbalism.
[ six wasn't really looking for tales of how beautiful her world is, how grandiose it must be. as long as it's something that will make him feel closer to her, because it's something he didn't know before until now, then that's more than enough.
this, of course, is exactly what he wanted. he'll have to ask what kinds of people she's met, because right now the topic is shifting. what she says makes him curious. ]
Herbalism? I suppose that is related to your medical skills, isn't it? I know a little bit about it.
[to her credit, when she looks up enough to pull over the second shirt closer for when she finishes this one, she's not looking at him with any measure of disgust. curiosity, rather.]
They come from the same paths, you know. What can heal in small doses can harm in others. Give a person too much foxglove, and their heart won't know what to do, with the capacity to kill them. But restrict the amount, and it will strengthen their heart, keeping it consistent.
[the deathlike trances of the poppy numbed pain. from the bite of a spider came the cure for its sting. Asclepius had snakes to tell him the secrets of the earth.]
[her hands pause, and her eyes widen a little. it's much the same look she'd have if he had offered to bake her a cake instead of giving her a vial of deadly poison.]
Are you certain?
[somewhere in her mind, she knows that she should be more skeptical of this. that she'd have absolutely no use for it. but another part of her wants to see if he'll actually do it.]
I can't deny that it intrigues me from an herbalist's viewpoint, but surely that's something precious to you.
[some secret recipe that was meant to stay in their hands, or something.]
[ surprise, emily: six is actually going to do it. in fact, he's pulling out the vial right now. the purple liquid has an ethereal glow to it but that might be just because of the way it catches the light.
he places it on the table where she's working on his shirts. ]
You can have it.
[ he wouldn't say it's precious to him, because his connection to the karm clan wasn't the best anyway, but it's still a piece of his history. there's no way for him to remake it while he's here. ]
[carefully, she sets down her work on her lap, and picks up the vial. such a small thing. so much death contained in one object. it's almost frightening, and she doesn't think she'll ever use it as it was intended - yet, the intentions behind it are different. not given as a weapon, but as potential. if it could be made into a cure...
Emily studies it for a second, and then looks to Six with an honest smile.]
Thank you. I'll take good care of it, I promise.
[she'll make sure it doesn't fall into anyone else's hands, at the least.]
[ the smile makes him divert his gaze elsewhere, suddenly sheepish. ]
You don't have to promise me anything. I know you will.
[ it's a feeling that goes away as quickly as it comes, but mostly since the silence that follows is much worse. his awkwardness in simple conversation is always more apparent when he's run out of things to say. oh well.
at least he can say he's learned something new about her today. (social link, level up?) ]
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he pauses midway to putting it back on mostly to watch her work, not quite realizing there's a chance their eyes could meet and then that'll just make things awkward. that's enough for him to pull the shirt down, working to fix his armor back on his hands. ]
... Thank you for doing this.
[ just to keep the silence at bay. ]
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conversation, at least, will keep things moving.]
Of course. It's actually a nice change of pace...I would have ended up finding something mundane to do if there wasn't this.
[but, it also gives her an idea to pass the time with.]
Tell me something, Six. What kind of world do you live in? Everyone here seems to come from somewhere unique. Utterly unlike what I'm accustomed to.
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Where I'm from... [ where does he even begin with this. ] There are islands floating in the sky. It's a world that has been forsaken by the gods— there's no avoiding the tragedies that happen underneath the vast expanse of blue, but it is still a world that is bright and hopeful.
[ a beat, and then he's looking at her now. ]
I think it's hard to describe it properly in words, so it might be better if you ask me something specific. What would you like to know?
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a world in the sky, that still had hope. what might such a place look like? if gods were real, and left their mark. Emily supposes they are, considering her experiences, but...
anyway. she smiles a little, and carries on.]
Tell me about something there that you sincerely enjoy. Something that you like, that doesn't exist here.
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Sailing through the skies. We're called skyfarers back home. The only way to get from one island to another is via airship, so...
[ just the feeling of the wind on your face as you zip through the clouds—there's nothing else quite like it. watching sunsets and sunrises hit differently when you're this close to that vast expanse of blue. ]
There was one point where I thought I would be alright if I never left my home, but I was given the chance to experience this and I've... never really looked back.
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[and from the tone of her voice, she means it - even if her eyes are focused on the fabric, she's listening as she sews, since a basic hem only requires consistency, not one's absolute focus. it means she can think about a ship flying somehow from island to island, and be delighted.]
I don't blame you for not going back - something called an airship sounds like it'd open up the entire world to your wishes. Meanwhile there's nothing in the air where I come from but clouds overhead. Our ships only go on water.
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No, I still... I still go back my hometown often. [ his guilt ties him to that place. there's no way he can simply leave it behind. ] However, you're right that becoming a skyfarer has opened up possibilities that would otherwise not be available to me had I stayed.
[ he thinks back to the man he now works for... and how he'd be delighted to hear him utter these words. six has spent most of his time as an eternal downplaying siete's contributions to the life he lives now, but it's true that he owes the man so much — for simply giving him another chance at life.
now that the awkwardness has all but melted away, he's back to watching her work. meticulous hands stitch away at fabric in a manner that's almost mesmerizing to him. ]
There must be something that's still amazing to you, in your world. It can be anything.
[ tell him more. ]
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[she says it like she's mulling it over, but really, there's nothing as wonderful as crossing the skies to share. nothing as striking that doesn't cross the line into misery - no one wants to hear about the wretched game and the endless cycle. it's easier to speak about other people's hopes, dreams, their pasts and futures.
perhaps that's all she needs to bring up.]
The most amazing thing really is the variety of people I've had the chance to meet. They've gone through much to be where they are, who they are, and in general I've seen people endure through moments of great trial. Even so, lives are still being lived - happiness still exists, and every time, I feel glad in sympathy for them.
[almost done with this one. it doesn't take much to finish a basic hem like this.]
But if you were thinking about something less abstract, I've always been fascinated by herbalism.
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this, of course, is exactly what he wanted. he'll have to ask what kinds of people she's met, because right now the topic is shifting. what she says makes him curious. ]
Herbalism? I suppose that is related to your medical skills, isn't it? I know a little bit about it.
[ ... ]
For poisons.
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They come from the same paths, you know. What can heal in small doses can harm in others. Give a person too much foxglove, and their heart won't know what to do, with the capacity to kill them. But restrict the amount, and it will strengthen their heart, keeping it consistent.
[the deathlike trances of the poppy numbed pain. from the bite of a spider came the cure for its sting. Asclepius had snakes to tell him the secrets of the earth.]
Life and death are always intertwined like that.
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Then, would you like a vial of this poison that was passed down through the Karm clan? Perhaps you can figure out how to make it useful for others.
[ to make it beneficial rather than deadly. ]
Of course, you're welcome to use it as it is too. One drop should be enough for a grown adult.
[ yes, he's serious. ]
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Are you certain?
[somewhere in her mind, she knows that she should be more skeptical of this. that she'd have absolutely no use for it. but another part of her wants to see if he'll actually do it.]
I can't deny that it intrigues me from an herbalist's viewpoint, but surely that's something precious to you.
[some secret recipe that was meant to stay in their hands, or something.]
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he places it on the table where she's working on his shirts. ]
You can have it.
[ he wouldn't say it's precious to him, because his connection to the karm clan wasn't the best anyway, but it's still a piece of his history. there's no way for him to remake it while he's here. ]
You'd find better uses for it, I'm sure.
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Emily studies it for a second, and then looks to Six with an honest smile.]
Thank you. I'll take good care of it, I promise.
[she'll make sure it doesn't fall into anyone else's hands, at the least.]
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You don't have to promise me anything. I know you will.
[ it's a feeling that goes away as quickly as it comes, but mostly since the silence that follows is much worse. his awkwardness in simple conversation is always more apparent when he's run out of things to say. oh well.
at least he can say he's learned something new about her today. (social link, level up?) ]