[Hermes' thoughts are so very solemn. Ever so earnest. Were some part of him considering the possibility that this man's presence here and now was some trick of the aether- a single regret unfinished thought made manifest to his half-faded soul as it lingers on in could very well be a conjured environment yet to be rationalized, it is well and truly disregarded.
He, personally, could not have manufactured such sincerity, even in memory. Nor such an undercurrent of quiet introspectiveness pervading each of Hermes' words.]
That is certainly one way of looking at matters. Yet personally...
[His eyes move to the side, the very picture of coyness. Yet there is a telling quirk upward of the edge of his lip- a playfulness brimming at the surface. He is close now. A single step from the other before he stops, his luminous eyes moving to Hermes' own- voice lowering- as if sharing some great secret.]
I would not imagine it merely disposed of. More entrusted, in the same manner as any other of these important items given in reverence to the values of this society. [His voice then evens.] Besides! ...Were this to be the result of some terrible accident on someone, somewhere's part and soon to be reversed, creating another would be as simple as procuring a length of aetherial rope.
[Were he alive, yes. Yet he is not. He would never have to consider the possibility of finding himself within civilized society so very barefaced- so uncouth. Yet it is misdirection at best. He knows, well, that any form of lie is impossible. Hermes himself had said that he holds the seat of Fandaniel- so he would know it for what it was immediately.
At the question, he does have to cast his mind back- yet his response is silken. Of course, the bureau of the architect would have sent the proper congratulations with all the appropriate flowers and fanfare. He is certain.]
Indeed so. I do hope that with time, the city is becoming almost as enjoyable to you as Elpis.
[What could be said? The fact Hermes adored his work and the facility itself was fact to him beyond what Kairos had stripped away. As for the question of time...]
Would you care to walk with me? I think here hardly the place.
[A play for time, most certainly. Time to consider how to best answer.]
hello hello! hermes is a big favourite of mine so im soooo happy to see him aa ;;
regretunfinished thought made manifest to his half-faded soul as it lingers on in could very well be a conjured environment yet to be rationalized, it is well and truly disregarded.He, personally, could not have manufactured such sincerity, even in memory. Nor such an undercurrent of quiet introspectiveness pervading each of Hermes' words.]
That is certainly one way of looking at matters. Yet personally...
[His eyes move to the side, the very picture of coyness. Yet there is a telling quirk upward of the edge of his lip- a playfulness brimming at the surface. He is close now. A single step from the other before he stops, his luminous eyes moving to Hermes' own- voice lowering- as if sharing some great secret.]
I would not imagine it merely disposed of. More entrusted, in the same manner as any other of these important items given in reverence to the values of this society. [His voice then evens.] Besides! ...Were this to be the result of some terrible accident on someone, somewhere's part and soon to be reversed, creating another would be as simple as procuring a length of aetherial rope.
[Were he alive, yes. Yet he is not. He would never have to consider the possibility of finding himself within civilized society so very barefaced- so uncouth. Yet it is misdirection at best. He knows, well, that any form of lie is impossible. Hermes himself had said that he holds the seat of Fandaniel- so he would know it for what it was immediately.
At the question, he does have to cast his mind back- yet his response is silken. Of course, the bureau of the architect would have sent the proper congratulations with all the appropriate flowers and fanfare. He is certain.]
Indeed so. I do hope that with time, the city is becoming almost as enjoyable to you as Elpis.
[What could be said? The fact Hermes adored his work and the facility itself was fact to him beyond what Kairos had stripped away. As for the question of time...]
Would you care to walk with me? I think here hardly the place.
[A play for time, most certainly. Time to consider how to best answer.]