[His expression turns somber at the reminder of what it was he meant to do the eve before. Nothing so grim as to require a blade or the like, but enough to grind away at a stone of guilt within his chest. He had meant to...
And had drank himself silly trying to find the courage to do it. A poor comedy, but a comedy nonetheless.]
...It can wait. [He replies after a moment, exhaling softly. He's confident Sidurgu won't push the matter any further- it's not in either of their natures to pry too deeply- but he cannot help the coil of uncertainty that winds about his chest all the same. It's impossible, after all, to not know that his feelings towards the Pillars- towards House Fortemps- is complicated. Not after that spectacular debacle of his soul crystal shattering straight down the middle on their last foray right outside its steps.
Even now, after everything in Gyr Abania, it is not a conversation he is ready to have with others.]
What were you doing awake at this hour anyway? [The turn in conversation is, perhaps, a blatant one as he shuffles alongside the Xaela, trying to find his footing and succeeding only partially. While he's not swayed yet from leaving as soon as able, still not wanting to concern Rielle unnecessarily (and certainly not over a bout of drunken idiocy,) he cannot deny the temptation to stay is there, lingering in the back of his mind. A temptation bolstered by both the desire to delay the inevitable and to spend a little time catching up with those whom he would readily consider close as family.]
[ It can wait. Ze was right, that really was all the reason Sidurgu needed to hear. It was acknowledged with a hum as Sidurgu instead directed his attention towards their path; hitting flat brick now had ease compared to the ever-so secure wooden stairs that made the descent, for some mercy, and the two could pick up pace whilst remaining careful of Ze's ambiguous injury.
The Brume proper remained the cluttered mess it ever was, the rising sun not yet in full view above the walls that closed in Ishgard's bottomdwelling population-- not that it would even breakthrough the current cloud coverage, mind, but the light directly was rare enough outside selective hours when its source was at its peak. Making past the lower level of the Forgotten Knight (undoubtedly still full of patrons passed out and strewn about the place, per usual) Sidurgu can't help but have his mind drift to consider Ze's intention of traveling to the Pillars in the state he had allowed himself to fall into. An inebriated push for confidence gone too far, a distraction turned motivation?
Complicated barely scratched the surface. He knew that much, and likely would only know that much rather than the depths that pierced the surface and broke it in two. The hand bracing Ze's back gives a small rub, wordless in accompany. ]
Hm?
[ Blatant, aye, but Sidurgu was never one for subtleties to begin with. Sidurgu glances down with a quirked brow before scanning the walls of the Brume for a specific, shitty looking door that would be their soon-approaching destination. Home sweet home. ]
Sleep never quite came to me. Fits of waking up were too frequent to allow for much.
[ A common occurrence. He had given Rielle the bed that one could reasonably find sleep on quite some time ago, after all. That sass could easily find source in the same vein of thought. ]
Figured I could keep an eye on waiting for your arse to show signs of life somewhere.
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[His expression turns somber at the reminder of what it was he meant to do the eve before. Nothing so grim as to require a blade or the like, but enough to grind away at a stone of guilt within his chest. He had meant to...
And had drank himself silly trying to find the courage to do it. A poor comedy, but a comedy nonetheless.]
...It can wait. [He replies after a moment, exhaling softly. He's confident Sidurgu won't push the matter any further- it's not in either of their natures to pry too deeply- but he cannot help the coil of uncertainty that winds about his chest all the same. It's impossible, after all, to not know that his feelings towards the Pillars- towards House Fortemps- is complicated. Not after that spectacular debacle of his soul crystal shattering straight down the middle on their last foray right outside its steps.
Even now, after everything in Gyr Abania, it is not a conversation he is ready to have with others.]
What were you doing awake at this hour anyway? [The turn in conversation is, perhaps, a blatant one as he shuffles alongside the Xaela, trying to find his footing and succeeding only partially. While he's not swayed yet from leaving as soon as able, still not wanting to concern Rielle unnecessarily (and certainly not over a bout of drunken idiocy,) he cannot deny the temptation to stay is there, lingering in the back of his mind. A temptation bolstered by both the desire to delay the inevitable and to spend a little time catching up with those whom he would readily consider close as family.]
raises from the dead with a weakness debuff
The Brume proper remained the cluttered mess it ever was, the rising sun not yet in full view above the walls that closed in Ishgard's bottomdwelling population-- not that it would even breakthrough the current cloud coverage, mind, but the light directly was rare enough outside selective hours when its source was at its peak. Making past the lower level of the Forgotten Knight (undoubtedly still full of patrons passed out and strewn about the place, per usual) Sidurgu can't help but have his mind drift to consider Ze's intention of traveling to the Pillars in the state he had allowed himself to fall into. An inebriated push for confidence gone too far, a distraction turned motivation?
Complicated barely scratched the surface. He knew that much, and likely would only know that much rather than the depths that pierced the surface and broke it in two. The hand bracing Ze's back gives a small rub, wordless in accompany. ]
Hm?
[ Blatant, aye, but Sidurgu was never one for subtleties to begin with. Sidurgu glances down with a quirked brow before scanning the walls of the Brume for a specific, shitty looking door that would be their soon-approaching destination. Home sweet home. ]
Sleep never quite came to me. Fits of waking up were too frequent to allow for much.
[ A common occurrence. He had given Rielle the bed that one could reasonably find sleep on quite some time ago, after all. That sass could easily find source in the same vein of thought. ]
Figured I could keep an eye on waiting for your arse to show signs of life somewhere.