[ neve's expression becomes more distant at those words, at the thought of doing more for the people they'd lost. she feels that every day of her life now. hector, lorelei, the other shadows strung up in the streets, the civilians who had nothing to do with anything and were blighted or killed for their troubles.
her hand tingles, a certain familiar numbness stealing across it before retreating in an instant. like the phantom feeling of magic that no longer answers her call. ]
Yeah. Doesn't help anyone to feel that guilt. But it's there. And sometimes it eats a hole into what you once were. Takes something from you.
[ she hasn't spoken of this magic she once had that got locked away because of minrathous. too hard to talk about what happened to her city, let alone how broken it left her. easier to focus on the remaining job. but maybe it's time...
her hand flexes around her cup, shaking off the last remnants of that phantom feeling. ]
Used to have another magic I could call on. Haven't been able to access it since Minrathous fell. Like that guilt that doesn't go away. Seeing the dead and knowing you couldn't do more to save them. [ she lets out a soft, slow breath that speaks to every pain she feels on the subject of her city. something she thinks tifa likely understands well. ] Yeah. That doesn't go away.
[ but she'll keep fighting. for her city but also on the job she signed up for when she agreed to help varric. she's still on the clock for that one. ]
[She's not sure that she understands, though she hopes that it isn't that she can see the dead. She doesn't know what she would do in that situation if it were her, or Neve, for that matter.]
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[She sets down her coffee again, realizing that she hasn't even taken a sip from it.]
Wish that I could say that we all didn't know what that feels like, but I suspect that's not the case here.
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her hand tingles, a certain familiar numbness stealing across it before retreating in an instant. like the phantom feeling of magic that no longer answers her call. ]
Yeah. Doesn't help anyone to feel that guilt. But it's there. And sometimes it eats a hole into what you once were. Takes something from you.
[ she hasn't spoken of this magic she once had that got locked away because of minrathous. too hard to talk about what happened to her city, let alone how broken it left her. easier to focus on the remaining job. but maybe it's time...
her hand flexes around her cup, shaking off the last remnants of that phantom feeling. ]
Used to have another magic I could call on. Haven't been able to access it since Minrathous fell. Like that guilt that doesn't go away. Seeing the dead and knowing you couldn't do more to save them. [ she lets out a soft, slow breath that speaks to every pain she feels on the subject of her city. something she thinks tifa likely understands well. ] Yeah. That doesn't go away.
[ but she'll keep fighting. for her city but also on the job she signed up for when she agreed to help varric. she's still on the clock for that one. ]
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Another magic?
[She's not sure that she understands, though she hopes that it isn't that she can see the dead. She doesn't know what she would do in that situation if it were her, or Neve, for that matter.]
Do you want it back?