( That old cynical part of her, the one which would rather be called realistic, rolls its eyes, grimaces at the childish sounding request. Just because he said it doesn't mean it will happen, and all the rest of it. Why open oneself to all that potential pain and waiting?
Well. It's simple, isn't it? It's going to hurt either way. She may as well leave knowing she said everything she needed to say. )
Is there anything that helps?
( She still only knows so much about interdimensional travel, okay. Can he narrow the world down somehow, if she gives him something? Tells him enough?
[Glacius may be more experienced in this regard, but he still knows very little about how this particular sort of interdimensional travel is going to work. He frowns, clenching his hands as he thinks about this question.] I am unsure. The Door seems to function very differently from my people's fold cores; if we were simply using the latter, there would be no time displacement, no potential loss of memories. But when people are removed from this place, they do lose them, and regaining said memories should they be unfortunate enough to be brought back to Hadriel only seems to happen on occasion.
I wish I could say for sure what to do. [Glacius lets out a gusty sigh with this remark.] As wistful as it sounds, I just have to hope that what we have is strong enough that it may endure, in some inkling or another, across these worlds. I believe that it will. But... if there is anything you want to try, like gifting me a possession or a reminder of our relationship, then we should do that. Who knows if it will even stay with me when I pass that interdimensional threshold, but the more precautions we take to ensure we remember, the better... in my mind.
( Honestly, she does. Not out of sentimentality, at least she wouldn't admit to that if he asked, but because it makes sense that a physical possession would help. At least, maybe in the memory department.
But what? She doesn't have too many things in this city she'd really call personal, and—
Wait. She's got it. Just let her rummage for a second, through one of her drawers, and come back with two things — a set of handwritten notes, and one of the few books the library ever had that was useful and in a recognisable language. One about dancing. )
Here.
( Before him are the things she wrote about his biology, kept safe and secret ever since that day, and a faded looking book with a woman in a ballgown and a man in a suit, mid-turn. )
[Glacius cannot help but be curious to see what it is she gives him, and perhaps maybe even eager to have a keepsake despite not knowing how it might affect whatever happens to their memories. What he gets is yet another unexpected punch to the gut as he reads the notes written on those old papers; his cheekbones twitch, and he gives her what can only be read as a pained, struggling smile.]
Ah, yes. I... suppose you will not be needing these any more once your resident alien has departed, hm? And now you return them to me... I knew I picked the right person to trust with this information. [It would have been easy for her to hold on to them, after all... but he knows that she understands he would feel safer with the information about his species eradicated, now that its usefulness has run its course. Kate has always understood how he values its secrecy, how he uses it to protect his people.]
And this... [Now Glacius turns his attention to the book as he tucks the notes inside its cover for safekeeping. Once he is home, he can have Carlisle use his magic to incinerate the papers properly.] A reminder of the good times we have managed to create together in this place despite everything. Perhaps we should find a time to have... just one last dance, before this all draws to its conclusion.
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Well. It's simple, isn't it? It's going to hurt either way. She may as well leave knowing she said everything she needed to say. )
Is there anything that helps?
( She still only knows so much about interdimensional travel, okay. Can he narrow the world down somehow, if she gives him something? Tells him enough?
Who the heck knows. )
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I wish I could say for sure what to do. [Glacius lets out a gusty sigh with this remark.] As wistful as it sounds, I just have to hope that what we have is strong enough that it may endure, in some inkling or another, across these worlds. I believe that it will. But... if there is anything you want to try, like gifting me a possession or a reminder of our relationship, then we should do that. Who knows if it will even stay with me when I pass that interdimensional threshold, but the more precautions we take to ensure we remember, the better... in my mind.
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But what? She doesn't have too many things in this city she'd really call personal, and—
Wait. She's got it. Just let her rummage for a second, through one of her drawers, and come back with two things — a set of handwritten notes, and one of the few books the library ever had that was useful and in a recognisable language. One about dancing. )
Here.
( Before him are the things she wrote about his biology, kept safe and secret ever since that day, and a faded looking book with a woman in a ballgown and a man in a suit, mid-turn. )
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Ah, yes. I... suppose you will not be needing these any more once your resident alien has departed, hm? And now you return them to me... I knew I picked the right person to trust with this information. [It would have been easy for her to hold on to them, after all... but he knows that she understands he would feel safer with the information about his species eradicated, now that its usefulness has run its course. Kate has always understood how he values its secrecy, how he uses it to protect his people.]
And this... [Now Glacius turns his attention to the book as he tucks the notes inside its cover for safekeeping. Once he is home, he can have Carlisle use his magic to incinerate the papers properly.] A reminder of the good times we have managed to create together in this place despite everything. Perhaps we should find a time to have... just one last dance, before this all draws to its conclusion.