[House 47, you just got a most unpleasant wake-up call. Namely, loud banging and the whining of a terrified canine. Sigmund has just kicked Capell's door with all of his considerable strength and put his fist through the wall in the hallway.
Because it's not Capell's door anymore.
He's not going to wait to make the courtesy announcement, mostly because he's not sure how long he's going to keep it together. As it is, even over the journal his voice has a tight, brittle quality to it.]
If you knew him, Capell is... [He won't say 'home.' He's not. Home is with him. He won't.] ...gone.
Because it's not Capell's door anymore.
He's not going to wait to make the courtesy announcement, mostly because he's not sure how long he's going to keep it together. As it is, even over the journal his voice has a tight, brittle quality to it.]
If you knew him, Capell is... [He won't say 'home.' He's not. Home is with him. He won't.] ...gone.
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... When it comes to this matter, though, she doesn't really have many options. Hope is running out of time, and she's already promised she'll take any lead she can get. ]
[ The reply is immediate and she drops it directly afterward. She's not sure whether he caught on to her reluctance there or not, but it's relieving either way-- as relieving as anything in this whole situation can be, that is. She has a strong feeling that she might be pressed to explain things she'd really rather not explain to a stranger... and she can't be sure he's going to be receptive at all in the first place.
In any case, she's out even before sunset, restlessly pacing as everything gets darker and then the stars start appearing one by one. Armed too, but that's by no means unusual. ]
What- [He bites it out by way of greeting, cold and sharp and so, so fragile] -did you find so urgent?
You came out here, so you must have some idea, right? [ Aside from just a bit of sharpness in return though, her voice remains in that deliberately even tone and rhythm. She lowers her chin. ] That mark... on your chest.
[He studies her - measuring her against the fact that she must have waited, against the fact that she still demanded to know... and also against his memories of her as his fake sister, touchy and stressed but so concerned - and then crosses his arms, decision reached.] Not here. Whatever your question, it is a private matter.
She hopes he doesn't plan on trying to intimidate her or something once they're really alone... that wouldn't end well at all. ]
What, specifically, do you wish to know?
... What it even is, for starters?
Hm. [ And Lightning turns her gaze down thoughtfully, frowning just barely. ] I take it that it's not something you wanted, then.
[ That's kind of a surprise... even if that wasn't exactly a straight answer, there. She'll go ahead and interpret it as a 'yes,' though, and she studies him carefully, only slowly starting to work out the implications. ]
But yours... [ ...was hurting him... and he just mentioned a first glyph, so... ] ...it isn't normal.
Whether it is or isn't doesn't concern you.
[ And it's there that her steadiness falters. It's not like Lightning at all to lay her cards all on the table at once- something that's bound to show in the strained look on her face and tenseness of her body language and voice. However, she really wants to convince him here. ]
... It's possible you could help save my friend before he dies, like I did.
But I do not see how that knowledge will help you. If you're searching for why, I promise, the reasons will not be the same.
I don't know. But I do know that I can't just... ignore the similarities. [ She puts a hand to her chest, strained. ] We're running out of options.
You think I can help. With what? [It's a pointed question, and an intensely purposeful one. How was he to judge what would be useful? He knew a great deal about lunaglyphs... and nothing about what plagued her.]
Some of us back home, we were cursed by a being called a fal'Cie- made into l'Cie, given a task to complete. A Focus. [ She looks aside again, clearly disgusted. ] With it comes a Brand that strengthens us, lets us use magic... but it also acts like a timer- don't complete your Focus in time and... well then.
But you must understand... if this is anything like a lunaglyph, those ideas will be dangerous. Or impossible. I will need to know... everything, and that may not be enough. [He can't promise. Not knowing what he does. Not with this.]
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It's a long-shot, I know, but... I'll tell you whatever you need. We aren't strangers to danger, by any means. [ A pause as her eyes move thoughtfully around the forested area. ] It's... better than the alternative; even if it doesn't do any good, at least we can say we tried.
[He has an unpleasant feeling that he may already know. There were several similarities already, even if they were superficial ones. He hopes it isn't so, but... he couldn't be so lucky.]