Was it lonely? Could he really say that it was? The early years of his life are hazy and vague, though not so much as what came before, but he does not really recall a time when he noticed what humans would call loneliness until recently. He had thought for a while that it was because he did not understand humans and their emotions, the way they experienced life, but it had been his own carefully constructed isolation that had kept him from becoming truly cognizant of such things.
In more recent days... People call on him, he has what he might even venture to call 'friends', and he does note their absence when he does not see them for a while. He does not have to be alone anymore, and in knowing that... he has come to realise what loneliness actually is.
His thoughts churn, then abruptly still when he feels the warm touch of Navia's hand on top of his. Neuvillette looks down, surprised, and then back up at Navia's face.]
My isolation was mostly of my own design. [He tells her carefully, quietly, so aware of the way his skin is tingling under her palm.] There were many reasons why I could not allow myself to grow too fond of the people of Fontaine... though it would seem that I did, regardless.
[He did, and then he saved them all. Just as Focalors had always known he would.]
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Date: 2024-02-27 09:24 pm (UTC)Was it lonely? Could he really say that it was? The early years of his life are hazy and vague, though not so much as what came before, but he does not really recall a time when he noticed what humans would call loneliness until recently. He had thought for a while that it was because he did not understand humans and their emotions, the way they experienced life, but it had been his own carefully constructed isolation that had kept him from becoming truly cognizant of such things.
In more recent days... People call on him, he has what he might even venture to call 'friends', and he does note their absence when he does not see them for a while. He does not have to be alone anymore, and in knowing that... he has come to realise what loneliness actually is.
His thoughts churn, then abruptly still when he feels the warm touch of Navia's hand on top of his. Neuvillette looks down, surprised, and then back up at Navia's face.]
My isolation was mostly of my own design. [He tells her carefully, quietly, so aware of the way his skin is tingling under her palm.] There were many reasons why I could not allow myself to grow too fond of the people of Fontaine... though it would seem that I did, regardless.
[He did, and then he saved them all. Just as Focalors had always known he would.]