as rondo returns back to his own reality - blinking back what feel briefly like tears - he's left for a second to contend with all of those big, heavy emotions. it's funny. he's had a lot in common with karlach since the beginning, and even here, it resonates deeply in his heart. his emotions flicker between them, a sense of overwhelming, undeniable gratitude and warmth, affection and familiar love, and something a little sad, too, something nostalgic and tinged just bittersweet. he hasn't been back to visit his parents graves' in years, after all.
the story of a loving family, of the way death takes them, but most of all - what resonates is the familiar feeling of a warm home like a hearth, and rondo lets out a little laugh as he exhales outwards, looking down at his own gloved hands, and then over at karlach. ]
...I think... without question, that's the best one of those I've had. [ memory share, that is. he reaches up to rub at one eye, briefly, still smiling. ] What a wonderful house you grew up in, Karlach.
[she's kind of just sitting, breathing it in. it's been a while since she's seen them, or even remembered that particular memory. silence, for a moment, and then:]
I loved them. [and they loved her, and she knew it. it's why she is who she is now.] Gods, I miss them a lot.
Seeing them, I think... it says a lot about who you are. It makes a lot of sense.
[ there's a huge difference between a life full of love and a life without one. rondo grew up with the former, too - having good, wonderful role models in your life, even if they're taken from you, matters. people who are kind and loving are the best family of all. ]
[ he's going to say something along the lines of i don't think its your fault you got kidnapped, you know but it's saturday of endgame day so the fog decides no, it's time for a memshare!
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as rondo returns back to his own reality - blinking back what feel briefly like tears - he's left for a second to contend with all of those big, heavy emotions. it's funny. he's had a lot in common with karlach since the beginning, and even here, it resonates deeply in his heart. his emotions flicker between them, a sense of overwhelming, undeniable gratitude and warmth, affection and familiar love, and something a little sad, too, something nostalgic and tinged just bittersweet. he hasn't been back to visit his parents graves' in years, after all.
the story of a loving family, of the way death takes them, but most of all - what resonates is the familiar feeling of a warm home like a hearth, and rondo lets out a little laugh as he exhales outwards, looking down at his own gloved hands, and then over at karlach. ]
...I think... without question, that's the best one of those I've had. [ memory share, that is. he reaches up to rub at one eye, briefly, still smiling. ] What a wonderful house you grew up in, Karlach.
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I loved them. [and they loved her, and she knew it. it's why she is who she is now.] Gods, I miss them a lot.
But - yeah. I got lucky.
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[ there's a huge difference between a life full of love and a life without one. rondo grew up with the former, too - having good, wonderful role models in your life, even if they're taken from you, matters. people who are kind and loving are the best family of all. ]
They'd be very proud of you, I'm sure.
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[a little smile.]
Thanks.
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a tale of two ravuses. ]