( Oh. Okay. That makes sense. And makes the Door even more interesting to Serah. One of the ways the city diverges from what she knows back home. )
I see.
( Her knuckles press against her lips thoughtfully, considering the implications of that. If they stopped using it, then there was a single host population they could maintain, right? That makes sense to her, at least. )
Until you were attacked...
( Quiet, the emotion in her voice clear. She can't even imagine what that must have been like. The Purge shook her to her core, simply from hearing about it after she came out of crystal stasis. So many people, so many friends who were rounded up to die, all because of her mistake.
What must it have been like to be attacked on the scale this city was? )
[If there was great sadness there, he doesn't show it. Sorrow is nothing if not resolute, even when discussing the eradication of thousands- no, millions- of lives.]
The vast majority of my people did not know that something such as the Door existed, so they could not use it to save themselves. I only knew of it due to my interest in our species' history. When we were attacked, I instructed Fear on where to find it and how to use it.
[There's a slight pause, his gaze flickers to the floor, contemplative.]
I stayed to hold them off so that Fear could get Hope to the Door- to safety. After that, I don't know anything until I was revived by Hope himself.
( That's okay, Sorrow. Serah will feel your emotion enough for both of you, her gaze following his to the floor. One little artefact making a whole world of difference, she knows about that. But for her, that one historical thing - the very thing that sparked her interest in history as a child - was the cause of the loss of too many lives.
Not thousands or millions, but too many all the same. An entire village, every visiting tourist, all rounded up because of her one mistake.
And then, Serah herself--
She doesn't manage to suppress the shiver that comes with the way her thoughts meander to being encased in crystal, to being alone with nothing but a handful of dreams - good dreams, but ones which were a constant reminder of how alone she was, unable to move, to speak, even to breathe. )
It must have been pretty lonely. ( Turning to crystal was. It was terrifying, and she was lucky enough to be with Lighting, with Snow, even Vanille. Surrounded by Sazh and Hope, people she didn't know then. Holding off an invading force to let those closest to you survive -
She has no idea what that could be like. She's not even sure if Lightning could tell her.
The silence lingers, thick and filled with a million things that float around Serah's head, too many of them bringing forth the aching emotion which Sorrow needs. )
You know, that's why I became a teacher. ( She could keep asking things, but such things are difficult to talk about, and she doesn't want to burden him any further. Instead, Serah offers a smile. ) Because I wanted the children in my world to know about the things that happened to us, to the people who came before us, what they sacrificed so that we could have a chance at something better.
[It's an admirable goal. He tilts his head as he considers it, but even something as simple as wanting to learn and teach can garner his respect and so he nods once generously, looking back up towards Serah with an expression that isn't quite as cold as it was a few moments ago.]
I wanted that too. I wanted to know where we came from, what patterns we followed. I was satisfied with the existence that we had, but I wanted to know- anything about how we got there.
[He was much more forward when he was younger, he thinks. There was an earnestness to his learning that never seemed to cease- to know more, to discover everything he possibly could. The Door wasn't the only thing, but it was the only thing that mattered, in the end.]
Perhaps you're unaware- it's unusual for my species to harbor curiosity, or to pursue research and history. We have no written language, no method of bookkeeping. Everything we do, everything we know... it's instinctual, or it's passed down verbally. To find the things I did, I had to travel through our galaxy and consult the eldest of our kind, and even they had forgotten most of what came before.
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( She did not know that. It's so very unlike humanity, where curiosity is essential for them to grow. Even when the Fal'Cie produced their food, their sunlight, their water, humans still had the drive to learn, to explore. To make something of the world.
If people hadn't been like that, she wonders how things would have progressed.
They'd still be on Cocoon, she would never have become a l'Cie. The Sanctum would still be in total control of everything, ensuring people believed that association with Pulse was treason.
But she supposes you have less need for curiosity if you can create just about anything with magic. )
It's kinda sad, that so much was forgotten.
( And now the only beings who remember any of it are the eight gods of this city. )
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I see.
( Her knuckles press against her lips thoughtfully, considering the implications of that. If they stopped using it, then there was a single host population they could maintain, right? That makes sense to her, at least. )
Until you were attacked...
( Quiet, the emotion in her voice clear. She can't even imagine what that must have been like. The Purge shook her to her core, simply from hearing about it after she came out of crystal stasis. So many people, so many friends who were rounded up to die, all because of her mistake.
What must it have been like to be attacked on the scale this city was? )
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[If there was great sadness there, he doesn't show it. Sorrow is nothing if not resolute, even when discussing the eradication of thousands- no, millions- of lives.]
The vast majority of my people did not know that something such as the Door existed, so they could not use it to save themselves. I only knew of it due to my interest in our species' history. When we were attacked, I instructed Fear on where to find it and how to use it.
[There's a slight pause, his gaze flickers to the floor, contemplative.]
I stayed to hold them off so that Fear could get Hope to the Door- to safety. After that, I don't know anything until I was revived by Hope himself.
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Not thousands or millions, but too many all the same. An entire village, every visiting tourist, all rounded up because of her one mistake.
And then, Serah herself--
She doesn't manage to suppress the shiver that comes with the way her thoughts meander to being encased in crystal, to being alone with nothing but a handful of dreams - good dreams, but ones which were a constant reminder of how alone she was, unable to move, to speak, even to breathe. )
It must have been pretty lonely. ( Turning to crystal was. It was terrifying, and she was lucky enough to be with Lighting, with Snow, even Vanille. Surrounded by Sazh and Hope, people she didn't know then. Holding off an invading force to let those closest to you survive -
She has no idea what that could be like. She's not even sure if Lightning could tell her.
The silence lingers, thick and filled with a million things that float around Serah's head, too many of them bringing forth the aching emotion which Sorrow needs. )
You know, that's why I became a teacher. ( She could keep asking things, but such things are difficult to talk about, and she doesn't want to burden him any further. Instead, Serah offers a smile. ) Because I wanted the children in my world to know about the things that happened to us, to the people who came before us, what they sacrificed so that we could have a chance at something better.
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I wanted that too. I wanted to know where we came from, what patterns we followed. I was satisfied with the existence that we had, but I wanted to know- anything about how we got there.
[He was much more forward when he was younger, he thinks. There was an earnestness to his learning that never seemed to cease- to know more, to discover everything he possibly could. The Door wasn't the only thing, but it was the only thing that mattered, in the end.]
Perhaps you're unaware- it's unusual for my species to harbor curiosity, or to pursue research and history. We have no written language, no method of bookkeeping. Everything we do, everything we know... it's instinctual, or it's passed down verbally. To find the things I did, I had to travel through our galaxy and consult the eldest of our kind, and even they had forgotten most of what came before.
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If people hadn't been like that, she wonders how things would have progressed.
They'd still be on Cocoon, she would never have become a l'Cie. The Sanctum would still be in total control of everything, ensuring people believed that association with Pulse was treason.
But she supposes you have less need for curiosity if you can create just about anything with magic. )
It's kinda sad, that so much was forgotten.
( And now the only beings who remember any of it are the eight gods of this city. )