To the entity's credit, it does listen. It falls quiet as the others speak, its wings shifting and turning with something almost reminiscent of a ponderous expression, like the metaphorical gears of a mind doing hard work. For Abel and Himeka, there will still be that note of distress. It is clearly being given an answer that it struggles to accept.
One thing it does seem to take very seriously are the commitments being made by the people offering their words: promising the fallen one's wellbeing, promising things will be made right, promising their way is true. It's apparently frustrating for it to hear, as if it has witnessed this world long enough to know its faults.
Even so, what may be surprising is its sense of empathy. Though it was seemingly incapable of fully understanding the cruel effects of its artificial peace, the emotions of the gathered Aions portray it in a way it was incapable of perceiving otherwise. The silence that follows as it works through all of it may be especially daunting, given the inhumanity of its physical gaze.
...Then prove this to me...
It speaks to the group as a whole again, its communion somehow sullen, yet comparatively subdued. Even to those feeling its deeper emotions, much of its thoughts are ineffable.
Keep your promise... Your word... Live this truth...
The wings behind Abel thicken, additional limbs sprouting and extending, as if its power is building. Additional hands emerge to grab at Abel, Himeka, and Alphinaud, as the ones standing closest.
Or when my time comes again... I will reign... Reign eternal...
A surge of energy goes through Estinien's shard, jolting through those being touched like the remanence of an electrical charge. It feels like an imprint of the being's power, with a command written into it: a contract being forged.
I will see it done.
And then, the power dissipates. Like a host of individual birds, the wings separate into a flock, fluttering up to rejoin the heavenly cloud that spins overhead. As it does, the sight of those wings will grow more and more abstract, until they appear as only a trick of the light, and then nothing at all.
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One thing it does seem to take very seriously are the commitments being made by the people offering their words: promising the fallen one's wellbeing, promising things will be made right, promising their way is true. It's apparently frustrating for it to hear, as if it has witnessed this world long enough to know its faults.
Even so, what may be surprising is its sense of empathy. Though it was seemingly incapable of fully understanding the cruel effects of its artificial peace, the emotions of the gathered Aions portray it in a way it was incapable of perceiving otherwise. The silence that follows as it works through all of it may be especially daunting, given the inhumanity of its physical gaze.
...Then prove this to me...
It speaks to the group as a whole again, its communion somehow sullen, yet comparatively subdued. Even to those feeling its deeper emotions, much of its thoughts are ineffable.
Keep your promise... Your word... Live this truth...
The wings behind Abel thicken, additional limbs sprouting and extending, as if its power is building. Additional hands emerge to grab at Abel, Himeka, and Alphinaud, as the ones standing closest.
Or when my time comes again... I will reign... Reign eternal...
A surge of energy goes through Estinien's shard, jolting through those being touched like the remanence of an electrical charge. It feels like an imprint of the being's power, with a command written into it: a contract being forged.
I will see it done.
And then, the power dissipates. Like a host of individual birds, the wings separate into a flock, fluttering up to rejoin the heavenly cloud that spins overhead. As it does, the sight of those wings will grow more and more abstract, until they appear as only a trick of the light, and then nothing at all.