[ CATCH-ALL ] look at me, look at me

[the_keeper]

Who: Sabine + OPEN/CLOSED
When: May
Where: Thorne, Nocwich, Nott, Horizon
What: A catch-all!
Warnings: None. #ForNow

Because
I exist
I exist

I exist


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[blackeyedprince]

"Assassinations attempts, kidnappings, weird visions sent by the Singularity."

Kell shakes his head.

"Sorry, I'm coming at this wrong." He pauses, thinking where to start. "There's a general assumption that we - and in we I mean all the Summoned - are going to fix this world. That's at least the reason for the ritual. Why and how? My guess is as good as any. We have a unique connection to Singularity, so that's no an unreasonable conclusion. For that, I think, and for the fact that we're a bit of a wild card. Nominally, residing on territory of whatever faction has dragged us here, but we're not part of them. Not subjects, citizens nor whatever they have in Solvunn."

Thorne's crown provides for them, so they naturally expect something in return, but neither Thornean royals nor Free Cities government can say Summoned are their subjects.

"So we get a lot of interest, both good and bad, from all directions."

He shoots her a worried look suddenly aware of the possibility she might be more interested in simple answer and a detailed analysis of political situation of the Summoned. He's been thinking about this a lot.

"Sorry, it's not a more concise answer. I hope I didn't bore you with all the details."

[the_keeper]

"It's an honest one; that's always better."
Sabine's answer is forthright but calm.

It's not often she can't tell if a baseline human is lying. They aren't as complicated as they think they are, especially to those whose perceptions are made in such a completely different way. Sabine turns over the words.

"It's best to know what I might be facing and what Jack did before I arrived." It's best to know what he needs watching over, how he's been handling it, and what might be needed of her. Especially with his not remembering what she can do, what she is, and whether she wants to keep that going until the proper memory or rewrite all of it here, again.

He'd taken it as well as she'd ever hoped, but he was in the middle of thinking she wasn't quite dead, and the world was ending in only a handful of days. Not at the best time for either of them and still, it'd changed absolutely nothing.

When the world changed, you wanted it to stay changed.

Yet he was earlier, in a place and memories she didn't know until coming here.

"Do you think they're right? That those pulled here might be able to fix this world?" The words are utterly serious. The mathematic tone of a 'girl' who spent the last centuries planning how to save a different world and every being upon its skin had succeeded before coming here.

[blackeyedprince]

"Yes."

For someone who almost broke his own world, Kell is very sure of his opinion. Mostly, because he's been of a completely opposite one at the start.

"Either fix it or break it permanently, but given what I've seen until now, I'd say fixing is more probable. At least the people I know really want to help."

He shudders. Now he's going fully into speculation territory, but it's actually something he had time to think a lot about. He knows too little about the Summoning ritual. It's not like Ambrose or any other mages are exactly forthcoming how is works. So he doesn't know how the Summoned are chosen, but most of the people he knows are definitely able to make a difference.

And then there is Wilhelm... ruining his pretty theory. Kell has a hunch Wille just hasn't got his great chance to shine yet. At some point he will, and they all will be surprised.

"Looking at who gets here, most are people capable of inciting change. Even if no one, not even they themselves, can predict what that change would be."

No one predicted Nocwich, and then the werewolves were instrumental in helping the rescued Summoned. Small changes cause bigger ones down the stream.

[the_keeper]

As much as Sabine doesn't want to think about it—alive and awake, here with Jack—Kell's words do make her have to consider deeper contexts. Have to consider a fact she's not sure she wants to turn over. If she knew the omniversal context of this world, would there be a way she'd suddenly agree with all of it? Understand the choices being made, the scope of the acceptable losses, and the sacrifices needed to pave the path.

Had she and her parents not made deals with similar devils, would they not, upon many counts, be counted as devils, too, both in being and in action? Especially if they were put to the decision of those who'd worked upon the Rift. Except. Except she was the outlier, wasn't she? The 'girl' who broke the rules, the pacts, the plans; who dared to take the one piece of the board that was the least and most sacrificable, but only in that order, and only the second on the last day of the world's last chance against an eternity of agonized subjugation.

It had cost her everything and set off a line of dominoes no one expected.

Sabine realizes she's been silent a little too long—a faint crease in her brow.

"Do you?" It's a piqued acquisitive. "Want to save this world? Its people?"

[blackeyedprince]

Kell shrugs. It's a straightforward question, with an unstraightforward answer.

"I guess," he replies, then adds. "I don't like what they did. I don't like that they continue doing it. But they are desperate, and I understand desperation."

He might disagree, or even outright hate how Thorne in particular approaches the issue. He emphatically disagrees with Free Cities government approach to Singularity. But he's here, and if he can help, he doesn't see reason why not to. Not the rulers of Thorne, or rulers of any other faction, but people? Like in Nott? People he can and want to help.

[the_keeper]

Sabine is pondering the words and the vastly unknown motives when he gets to those last three words, and she considers him over her tea cup. It could be considered impolite and impertinent, but they've started off on the oddest of feet already, far into the more intimate of details people usually cannot see at a first look and is usually only given after so much longer a knowing.

"Do you? Why?"

[blackeyedprince]

Kell looks away. Darkness crawls, staining the bright red of his magic. Staining it black, like ink spilled. An accident, but impossible to hide.

"Personal history. A long one. Not exactly flattering."

He's been there. Full of pain and anger. Willing to do anything, and everything, to stop the catastrophe from happening. A consequence of one, grievous mistake. Just because he got played. They both got played. Then there was blood and death at the end of it, and Kell was ready, desperate enough, to try anything to fix it.

He looks back, smiles, bows his head slightly in apology.

"Sorry, I didn't want to drag the conversation down."