[ this place isn't all that unusual. it's something like the Fade. shaped by the distorted mirror of memories, focused by a mind influencing it. familiar territory for a mage. picking his way through one of the paths, and coming to the cliff edge to look for him there. ]
[ along the cliff's edge, anders will find him yves—or maybe it's kinder to say something yves-shaped.
because it's not quite yves, always prepared with a smile and a kind word. instead there's just a sad little mass of a young man, curled up into a ball and face pressed into his knees as he hugs them close. trying to become smaller, so small that maybe it'll make some of this ache disappear
he's trembling, so it doesn't seem to be working ]
[ it isn't the first time he's been around overwhelming grief, seen its bloody work carved into someone. it isn't as if he hasn't experienced it himself. hawke's mother, kristoff's wife, karl in the chantry with the sunburst brand on his forehead. but he feels insulated from that in some ways now. if he loses himself, there is something else to take over, to keep his body moving. yves doesn't have any such landing.
sitting down beside him, hesitating before putting a hand on his back. there's a deepness to his voice, and cracks along his skin that flicker with a eerie blue light. ]
Justice will be handed down. He will not go unavenged.
[ he stiffens at the touch that he would so usually welcome, but at the voice—anders's voice—he eases. just a little bit. just enough to be meaningful.
he sniffs, some sad and pathetic little noise. ]
... I just... want him to be here.
[ does he want justice? does he want vengeance? he's never known how to wish for those things.
he's only greedy for the few friends in this life that he's lucky enough to get ]
[ he blinks and the glow fades, though not entirely. the hand stays where it is. ]
He is. They aren't gone. At least, that is what was told to me. In some way, they are still in this realm - though perhaps damaged.
[ ... ]
When a spirit of the Fade dies or is destroyed in some way, the same thing happens. It could take a long time, and they may or may not remember a time before, but eventually they may come to be again. As long as there is something of them in the world to recall them, to echo that spirit. Compassion, or Faith, or Justice.
[ . . . something of them in the world to recall them? if there is some memory? does that mean that he needs to be here in order for adolphe's memory to live on? or— ]
He's not the type to admit it... but Adolphe gets lonely too. Even if he's damaged...
Do you think I can't go to where he is?
[ he knows how insane it must sound, especially to those who want their redemption so badly. but yves has nothing to return to. he doesn't even know if he deserves heaven. ]
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because it's not quite yves, always prepared with a smile and a kind word. instead there's just a sad little mass of a young man, curled up into a ball and face pressed into his knees as he hugs them close. trying to become smaller, so small that maybe it'll make some of this ache disappear
he's trembling, so it doesn't seem to be working ]
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sitting down beside him, hesitating before putting a hand on his back. there's a deepness to his voice, and cracks along his skin that flicker with a eerie blue light. ]
Justice will be handed down. He will not go unavenged.
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he sniffs, some sad and pathetic little noise. ]
... I just... want him to be here.
[ does he want justice? does he want vengeance? he's never known how to wish for those things.
he's only greedy for the few friends in this life that he's lucky enough to get ]
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He is. They aren't gone. At least, that is what was told to me. In some way, they are still in this realm - though perhaps damaged.
[ ... ]
When a spirit of the Fade dies or is destroyed in some way, the same thing happens. It could take a long time, and they may or may not remember a time before, but eventually they may come to be again. As long as there is something of them in the world to recall them, to echo that spirit. Compassion, or Faith, or Justice.
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He's not the type to admit it... but Adolphe gets lonely too. Even if he's damaged...
Do you think I can't go to where he is?
[ he knows how insane it must sound, especially to those who want their redemption so badly. but yves has nothing to return to. he doesn't even know if he deserves heaven. ]
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[ it doesn't sound insane. at least not to anders. ]
I think perhaps you are still needed here.
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if there's anything that can talk yves out of something reckless, it is appealing just enough to his sense of obligation to others
even if right now he sounds a bit disbelieving ]
... needed?
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[ us? ]
I imagine we will rely on you in the coming days. I am sorry that you must bear that weight.
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yves's brow furrows in thought briefly, but eventually he will just exhale in one big sigh, closing his eyes. ]
... if people need me, I'll be here. For as long as I can.
[ even if he wants to be somewhere else - wherever adolphe's gone. he will try to be patient, even if his heart is so full of sorrow. ]
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Whoever has done it, we will make sure they will never take anyone like Adolphe ever again.