( given the nature of the curse, he's not really sure he wants to find out when or if he gets to that point at all. but he might not be in a position to make that decision.
eustace raises an issue he's already thought about a decent amount himself. being anywhere with a large concentration of people is dangerous, but venera in the wake of its miniature disaster is a particularly loathsome minefield. one he'd been dropped square into the middle of when binghe had dropped him off at the goddamned hospital; he'd regained consciousness surrounded by the living electricity of others' pain, and it had taken him hours before he'd managed to scrape together enough nerve to force himself to leave the place.
he's already figured out a way home that imposes less upon his peers. )
No, I think I will instead elect for some time alone and teleport to one of the shrines closer to Achamoth and fly the rest of the way.
( long distance is still challenging for him, considering how new his wings are still, but he'd prefer that over a crowded ship. )
I trust you have those around you that you can rely on guide you home?
[ There's a little blip of surprise at the professed method of return, but Eustace smothers it quick enough. ]
I didn't know you could fly.
[ Seems convenient. Also not something he'll dig too deeply into for the time being, both of them with more than enough on their individual plates to engage in a pointless interrogation now. ]
I'll be fine. If there's anything you need, let me know. I'll...
[ There's a pause on the other end as he grimaces at himself, his frustration at himself for ending up the way he had leaking through during the beat of silence. ]
I'll find someone who can help.
[ Since he can't in good conscience offer his own help right now, given the state he's in. ]
( there's no visual component to the Communion, but nevertheless there's the impression of a sly grin — one that's well-tempered, given their mutual situation in the wake of what had happened in venera, but one that exists nonetheless.
regardless: for the rest of eustace's message, there's little more than a nonverbal assent... though that doesn't seem to be all. makoto's presence lingers like a figure standing uncertainly in a doorway. there is something he wanted to say to the man, something only further exacerbated by his offer, and he currently grapples with the dual fact that this doesn't feel like the perfect time to ask, but also that it would only get more strange to do so the longer he delayed.
so he continues: ) You didn't need to intervene in the way that you did. ( something contorts in makoto; something uncomfortable and alien, and as estranged from mortals as dealing with the demon could sometimes feel, the most recognizable tinge to it is one of guilt. it's not that he feels remorse for what he did to estinien. he doesn't even necessarily regret inciting the Innocent (he's fairly certain his fate would've ended up the same regardless). but eustace had seemingly been trying to help him, and he'd shouldered him away to try to satiate his own foolish indignation. it's very characteristic of him, sure, but it doesn't mean he can't have his qualms. eustace is not J; his aid hadn't felt like just another way to control him.
part of him wants to ask, why? but the rest of him concedes that it's a question that's two parts foolish and two parts ungrateful. so he discards it, instead settling on another resolve. ) So I am in your debt. Don't concern yourself with me, and instead see if you can't think up a way that I can repay it.
( it's just about as cordial of a "thank you" as you can expect to get from a demon, really. )
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( given the nature of the curse, he's not really sure he wants to find out when or if he gets to that point at all. but he might not be in a position to make that decision.
eustace raises an issue he's already thought about a decent amount himself. being anywhere with a large concentration of people is dangerous, but venera in the wake of its miniature disaster is a particularly loathsome minefield. one he'd been dropped square into the middle of when binghe had dropped him off at the goddamned hospital; he'd regained consciousness surrounded by the living electricity of others' pain, and it had taken him hours before he'd managed to scrape together enough nerve to force himself to leave the place.
he's already figured out a way home that imposes less upon his peers. )
No, I think I will instead elect for some time alone and teleport to one of the shrines closer to Achamoth and fly the rest of the way.
( long distance is still challenging for him, considering how new his wings are still, but he'd prefer that over a crowded ship. )
I trust you have those around you that you can rely on guide you home?
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I didn't know you could fly.
[ Seems convenient. Also not something he'll dig too deeply into for the time being, both of them with more than enough on their individual plates to engage in a pointless interrogation now. ]
I'll be fine. If there's anything you need, let me know. I'll...
[ There's a pause on the other end as he grimaces at himself, his frustration at himself for ending up the way he had leaking through during the beat of silence. ]
I'll find someone who can help.
[ Since he can't in good conscience offer his own help right now, given the state he's in. ]
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( there's no visual component to the Communion, but nevertheless there's the impression of a sly grin — one that's well-tempered, given their mutual situation in the wake of what had happened in venera, but one that exists nonetheless.
regardless: for the rest of eustace's message, there's little more than a nonverbal assent... though that doesn't seem to be all. makoto's presence lingers like a figure standing uncertainly in a doorway. there is something he wanted to say to the man, something only further exacerbated by his offer, and he currently grapples with the dual fact that this doesn't feel like the perfect time to ask, but also that it would only get more strange to do so the longer he delayed.
so he continues: ) You didn't need to intervene in the way that you did. ( something contorts in makoto; something uncomfortable and alien, and as estranged from mortals as dealing with the demon could sometimes feel, the most recognizable tinge to it is one of guilt. it's not that he feels remorse for what he did to estinien. he doesn't even necessarily regret inciting the Innocent (he's fairly certain his fate would've ended up the same regardless). but eustace had seemingly been trying to help him, and he'd shouldered him away to try to satiate his own foolish indignation. it's very characteristic of him, sure, but it doesn't mean he can't have his qualms. eustace is not J; his aid hadn't felt like just another way to control him.
part of him wants to ask, why? but the rest of him concedes that it's a question that's two parts foolish and two parts ungrateful. so he discards it, instead settling on another resolve. ) So I am in your debt. Don't concern yourself with me, and instead see if you can't think up a way that I can repay it.
( it's just about as cordial of a "thank you" as you can expect to get from a demon, really. )