[ one could hardly blame him if the priest had thought he'd been rejected.
Abel did not attribute the silence to any malice on M's part, even if it made the sinking pit fall all the further where it sits in his stomach, hard and uncomfortable like a rock. perhaps he had been deluding himself, wanting to believe a version of events that differed from Estinien's recollection. Makoto having a hand in that man's dissolution...
...all of this - all of it - carries a weight that goes far beyond any one of their lives. it's larger than Makoto, larger than Estinien - larger than Abel, and Himeka, and Eustace and Kaeya and--
the first blood has been spilled, the first life taken in this war none of them asked for. it's inevitable that tensions continue elevating from here, isn't it? inevitable that more will suffer, bleed, in the name of their 'causes' - even if Abel fervently believes none of this is right, deserved, at all. the Aions are victims of circumstance, and for all of them to have been embroiled in this...
...Makoto. what have you done...?
imagine his surprise, then, when someone reaches out across that wall in return. perhaps it takes the gnawing press of several hours, but Makoto stretches a proverbial hand outward against the odds, and Abel... Abel, of course: ]
--Mr. M?
[ oh, wonderful! wonderful. they know one another's names; what a glorious source of relief!!! ]
...It's been a while. Hasn't it?
[ there is no trickle of emotion through the communion, this time. Makoto has kept it spartan; minimalistic. barebones.
it's surely impressive, then, if Makoto might manage to feel some pulse of the priest's unwieldy ruefulness despite those best efforts. maybe a hint of it passes through. maybe; just maybe. ]
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Abel did not attribute the silence to any malice on M's part, even if it made the sinking pit fall all the further where it sits in his stomach, hard and uncomfortable like a rock. perhaps he had been deluding himself, wanting to believe a version of events that differed from Estinien's recollection. Makoto having a hand in that man's dissolution...
...all of this - all of it - carries a weight that goes far beyond any one of their lives. it's larger than Makoto, larger than Estinien - larger than Abel, and Himeka, and Eustace and Kaeya and--
the first blood has been spilled, the first life taken in this war none of them asked for. it's inevitable that tensions continue elevating from here, isn't it? inevitable that more will suffer, bleed, in the name of their 'causes' - even if Abel fervently believes none of this is right, deserved, at all. the Aions are victims of circumstance, and for all of them to have been embroiled in this...
...Makoto. what have you done...?
imagine his surprise, then, when someone reaches out across that wall in return. perhaps it takes the gnawing press of several hours, but Makoto stretches a proverbial hand outward against the odds, and Abel... Abel, of course: ]
--Mr. M?
[ oh, wonderful! wonderful. they know one another's names; what a glorious source of relief!!! ]
...It's been a while. Hasn't it?
[ there is no trickle of emotion through the communion, this time. Makoto has kept it spartan; minimalistic. barebones.
it's surely impressive, then, if Makoto might manage to feel some pulse of the priest's unwieldy ruefulness despite those best efforts. maybe a hint of it passes through. maybe; just maybe. ]