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[centuriesinspired]

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[verstoned]

[That however gives Rhus pause. Does the Exarch even remember what the night sky looks like? If Rhus is remembering correctly, he'd seen twenty-four summers before he locked himself in the Tower, and having spent a hundred years here...]

On occasion, eh? Which means not often at all... I hope you remember what it looks like, at least.

If not, tonight I shall come by the Ocular once more and bring you out for another walk. [And Rhus will make sure to set his chronometer to wake him half a bell before the sunset. He forgets that most Sunseekers, even a half-breed like himself with the right (or wrong?) eyes, just see nothing but a vast blackness after the sun has set. Oops.]

Pick you up and carry you out that tower, if I must. I may be a dancer now, but I still am a dark knight as well. [That threat is more easily given now than when he was still a white mage, even if the change from that is only recent.]

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[ A century of eternal light and centuries more asleep in the Crystal Tower...though the latter felt like an instant to the younger G'raha Tia. Still enough time for memories to change if not fade completely. The true dark sky slowly replaced by artistic renditions in his mind's eye. Illustrations carefully copied down in books and preserved both in his own collection and the Cabinet's.

The true stars were no where near as bright as what had been recreated on paper; indeed, the Seeker barely able to make them out at all. Even so the sight was no less appreciated. ]

'Tis not a sight I ever wish to take for granted, you needn't fear. [ He smiles wide under the hood's shadow. ] Though if that is how you wish to spend the time you're meant to be resting...

[ ...he really should be resting, the Exarch remembers. The idea behind this walk was to help Rhus get to a state of mind that would allow it. And he needs it. The light will be taking its toll before long and he'll need his strength. ]

...if you truly insist then might I at least ask you wait until the last Light Warden has fallen? I would hate to be the cause for you faltering in battle.

[verstoned]

[There wont be a time after the last Lightwarden.

Rhus knows this. Already he knows this, because a crusade such as this never ends without a life sacrificed.

The Miqo'te turns, placing himself right before the Exarch and taking his hand off of the man's shoulder in order to lay it on his dear friend's cheek, the fabric of the cowl the only thing keeping him from touching the Exarch's face no matter how much he'd want to.]

I think you're misunderstanding your role in my life, if you think that way.

[He always falters in battle. He simply doesn't let it stop him for too long, because lives depend on it. He may think so little of his own, but of the others? They're of his highest priority, and is why Rhus is a dark knight, a stronger dark knight than a dancer.]

If I don't keep you in my thoughts, how am I to be stronger in battle?

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[ He stops as Rhus does, looking up with concern. Had he misspoke? Yet before he can as what troubles the man his tongue gets stuck in the back of his throat, caught there as Rhus's hand reaches for his face. Instinctively he grabs for the top of his cowl to keep it in place--but that isn't what Rhus was reaching for. The warmth from his hand bleeds through the fabric, to the growing crystal on his skin, and in an instant the whole of the Exarch's face is as red as his shadowed eyes. ]

Rh--Rhus, I...

[ He ducks his head at the words, not to dislodge the other but out of a sudden need to hide. ]

...such kindness for a stranger. You flatter me.

[verstoned]

[Oh, G'raha Tia, you sweet, naive fool.

Those are the words Rhus dearly wish to say, but cannot, because if G'raha spent all this time lying about his identity, then there must be a good reason for it.]

Because you remind me of someone I once knew, Exarch. [Rhus sighs, leaning over and ruffling the man's hood with his breath. He places his chin on the man's head, lamenting that he cannot yet properly touch.]

He was young, barely older than a kitten, when first we met. Eager to spend time with everyone, and full glad to have something to do.

T'was his doing that I knew of the Crystal Tower, and his sacrifice that took him away from us in the first place. He sealed himself in the tower, that one day someone else may open it ourselves and be worthy of what lies within... and he would guide them.

Not a day passes that I don't miss him, and if he were still alive, somehow, I can only hope he is happy.

[Are you happy, G'raha?]