[It is the slight pause that comes before his words, the breath of silence from a man so confident in speech, that signifies the weight of what is to come. Then his words continue as even as slate, but laying bare his solemnity.]
I have received word from those of ALASTAIR that I am to return to the world whence I came - I cannot call it a homecoming, for it is to Troy's shores that I must go rather than those of my dear native Phthia. How I wish I could see those fertile plains where stands my father's noble house, which I long ago left behind...just once more I wish I could see, but such is not my lot. There by windy Ilios I must meet my fate which for more than a year I have circumvented, and thus what balance was lost shall be restored. I wish to bid farewell ere I leave in the morning.
[All of ALASTAIR feels as if it's held fast within time, somewhere between realities. Sometimes he forgets that their worlds-- their true lives-- lie elsewhere.
Jin inhales. His breath, too, catches in his throat, because he's read the stories before... or, at the very least, he knows the way that they end.]
Indeed - my time here is short, for already it has stretched too long. Once I go from this house, I shall not be back.
[It is a strange thing, to know that it is the last time you shall see a place, or a person - strange, yet he is no stranger to it. He prefers this to the last times that he does not yet know are final. He has time then to brace his heart for what is to come.]
[He agrees, and then the transmission ceases. It is not long before Achilles arrives at the rolling hills that slope away from the castle's west wall before turning abruptly into grim-visaged cliffs. Toward Jin he strides, his tunic flowing about him and his golden hair crowned by the sun.]
Kung's son Jin, how glad I am to find you on this, my final day in the house of ALASTAIR.
[No such gladness wreathes his countenance, whose placid surface reflects his acceptance of the matter.]
[The joy may be gone out of him, but Achilles is no less proud, nor any less beautiful, still as statuesque a figure after all of this time.]
And I you, Achilles, son of Peleus. [The smile on his face is one weighed down by melancholy. He's read the stories. He knows what Achilles returns to, and it's hardly a pleasant return that awaits him.]
The timeline's really sending you home now? You can't stay-- not for a little longer?
[It seems as if they've only just gotten to see, if not completely eye to eye, as close as they could've come to it.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
I have received word from those of ALASTAIR that I am to return to the world whence I came - I cannot call it a homecoming, for it is to Troy's shores that I must go rather than those of my dear native Phthia. How I wish I could see those fertile plains where stands my father's noble house, which I long ago left behind...just once more I wish I could see, but such is not my lot. There by windy Ilios I must meet my fate which for more than a year I have circumvented, and thus what balance was lost shall be restored. I wish to bid farewell ere I leave in the morning.
no subject
[All of ALASTAIR feels as if it's held fast within time, somewhere between realities. Sometimes he forgets that their worlds-- their true lives-- lie elsewhere.
Jin inhales. His breath, too, catches in his throat, because he's read the stories before... or, at the very least, he knows the way that they end.]
Then this is...
This, truly, will be goodbye?
no subject
[It is a strange thing, to know that it is the last time you shall see a place, or a person - strange, yet he is no stranger to it. He prefers this to the last times that he does not yet know are final. He has time then to brace his heart for what is to come.]
On which wall of the castle are you?
CRAWLS BACK IN... and video;
[Helpfully, the magitek's video function flickers on at Jin's behest: the trees on that side of Oska's grounds come into view behind Jin's head.]
I'll see you soon, Achilles.
[For the last time.]
WELL WELL WELL
[He agrees, and then the transmission ceases. It is not long before Achilles arrives at the rolling hills that slope away from the castle's west wall before turning abruptly into grim-visaged cliffs. Toward Jin he strides, his tunic flowing about him and his golden hair crowned by the sun.]
Kung's son Jin, how glad I am to find you on this, my final day in the house of ALASTAIR.
[No such gladness wreathes his countenance, whose placid surface reflects his acceptance of the matter.]
crawls in... again
And I you, Achilles, son of Peleus. [The smile on his face is one weighed down by melancholy. He's read the stories. He knows what Achilles returns to, and it's hardly a pleasant return that awaits him.]
The timeline's really sending you home now? You can't stay-- not for a little longer?
[It seems as if they've only just gotten to see, if not completely eye to eye, as close as they could've come to it.]