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seventhsong) wrote in animus_network2014-01-06 01:51 pm
[Video]
[It's Lorelei. For those who haven't encountered him yet, he looks remarkably (one could say exactly!!) like an older, adult Asch or Luke. Right now he looks fairly sober.]
It might be easy, with how things have gone recently, to give into despair and believe none of us are ever getting out of this place. I have chosen to believe that we will, and that our recent efforts against one of our captors proves that where there is a will, there is a way.
We simply weren't prepared enough this time.
[He frowns faintly.]
But aside from that. There is very little I can offer anyone here as consolation. We made our effort, and we failed. ... But I can offer this. Should we ever escape this Tower, should we lose these collars and regain the power that belongs to us.. ... I can't save your worlds. I can't repair the loss of life that's happened there.
But I can repair mine.
[There's no sense of bragging here at all.]
If ... we can't find a way to restore all worlds lost, but find a way to escape, then Auldrant will be open to any and all survivors of the Tower. You don't have to take up the offer, I will not force you. There will be those who would prefer to have their native homes or nothing at all. But for those of you who feel otherwise ... I offer what I can. And I can offer my world. It won't be your first homes, but it will be a home, somewhere to return to that won't ask who you are or what you are or even what you did. Everyone deserves a home. Everyone.
We just have to survive long enough to get there. Don't give up.
It might be easy, with how things have gone recently, to give into despair and believe none of us are ever getting out of this place. I have chosen to believe that we will, and that our recent efforts against one of our captors proves that where there is a will, there is a way.
We simply weren't prepared enough this time.
[He frowns faintly.]
But aside from that. There is very little I can offer anyone here as consolation. We made our effort, and we failed. ... But I can offer this. Should we ever escape this Tower, should we lose these collars and regain the power that belongs to us.. ... I can't save your worlds. I can't repair the loss of life that's happened there.
But I can repair mine.
[There's no sense of bragging here at all.]
If ... we can't find a way to restore all worlds lost, but find a way to escape, then Auldrant will be open to any and all survivors of the Tower. You don't have to take up the offer, I will not force you. There will be those who would prefer to have their native homes or nothing at all. But for those of you who feel otherwise ... I offer what I can. And I can offer my world. It won't be your first homes, but it will be a home, somewhere to return to that won't ask who you are or what you are or even what you did. Everyone deserves a home. Everyone.
We just have to survive long enough to get there. Don't give up.
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[Pause.]
Oh yes, your calendars only have thirty days per month, my apologies. Still, there's no harm in thinking about it now.
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Still, 147 days is still time. We have to be able to do something.
[He's quiet for a moment, trying to figure out what to say.]
I'm sorry. The plan should have worked.
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[It's simple, innocent curiosity. After a moment, he shakes his head.]
There's no need to apologize. What happened, happened for a reason. We'll do better next time.
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It meant that friends I had made when I was first brought to that Land are now long dead.