[ He holds fast to his friend, Julius who is a man struggling to walk his own path; to live by all that is good and right before the end. And it is an end which the Director plainly refuses with a shake of his head, his arm securing about Julius' waist as they press on, traversing the road before them as a pair of shooting stars: Sion, who burns steady and bright, and Julius who flickers and flares, on the verge of collapse, but is so too resisting of the fact. ]
You are not a prisoner of fate. [ Of that which he'd endured alone for a decade, and more than that, if one were only to count present day. But... even though Sion cannot pretend to know what it is that Julius had been meant to become (he only sees the signs in tissues disgorged and dispelled, none too dissimilar from the way his own body makes room for the continued growth of biological circuitry within his system), he is unfailing sure that it may be delayed. It may be fought, and when Sion's speaks, his cadence falls upon the ears like a hymn sung before battle; his belief that everyone may be saved as strong as it has always been: ] Do you not know? Change is the universe's most fluid, most human form of power, and it is precisely what the Quad is most in need of.
[ A change. A light shining in the dark. A beacon to follow in times of hardship and despair. ]
Old ways and dated prophecies crumble into the dust when the future arrives, and it is always arriving. [ With a turn of his head, he makes to catch Julius' eyes, gold (over-bright with emotion, with passion for his friend) boring into grey as tears are staved off, kept at bay by way of a smile, heartbreaking and bittersweet.] Even here, even now, right beneath our feet.
You are only in need of something to hold you here, in this time and place. Constant change means confusion, a state of flux; we need only to figure out where your center is to keep you safe, Julius.
[ Alive and safe, whole and hale—if questioned, Sion will elaborate on this 'center', on how he might hope to stabilize someone with failing health, deterioration attributed to human experimentation. But until then--... ]
As I said before, I'll not let the power inside of you tear you apart, but...
[ Voice softening, gentling, he is undoubtedly respectful of Julius' wishes, even if he cannot abide by the thought of the other man dying and leaving his friends (his heart) behind. ]
I will help you prepare for the future which you wish to realize. [ Being the person that he is, Sion could do no less. ] Whatever materials may yet be in your name, I will see to it that they are transferred appropriately.
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[ He holds fast to his friend, Julius who is a man struggling to walk his own path; to live by all that is good and right before the end. And it is an end which the Director plainly refuses with a shake of his head, his arm securing about Julius' waist as they press on, traversing the road before them as a pair of shooting stars: Sion, who burns steady and bright, and Julius who flickers and flares, on the verge of collapse, but is so too resisting of the fact. ]
You are not a prisoner of fate. [ Of that which he'd endured alone for a decade, and more than that, if one were only to count present day. But... even though Sion cannot pretend to know what it is that Julius had been meant to become (he only sees the signs in tissues disgorged and dispelled, none too dissimilar from the way his own body makes room for the continued growth of biological circuitry within his system), he is unfailing sure that it may be delayed. It may be fought, and when Sion's speaks, his cadence falls upon the ears like a hymn sung before battle; his belief that everyone may be saved as strong as it has always been: ] Do you not know? Change is the universe's most fluid, most human form of power, and it is precisely what the Quad is most in need of.
[ A change. A light shining in the dark. A beacon to follow in times of hardship and despair. ]
Old ways and dated prophecies crumble into the dust when the future arrives, and it is always arriving. [ With a turn of his head, he makes to catch Julius' eyes, gold (over-bright with emotion, with passion for his friend) boring into grey as tears are staved off, kept at bay by way of a smile, heartbreaking and bittersweet.] Even here, even now, right beneath our feet.
You are only in need of something to hold you here, in this time and place. Constant change means confusion, a state of flux; we need only to figure out where your center is to keep you safe, Julius.
[ Alive and safe, whole and hale—if questioned, Sion will elaborate on this 'center', on how he might hope to stabilize someone with failing health, deterioration attributed to human experimentation. But until then--... ]
As I said before, I'll not let the power inside of you tear you apart, but...
[ Voice softening, gentling, he is undoubtedly respectful of Julius' wishes, even if he cannot abide by the thought of the other man dying and leaving his friends (his heart) behind. ]
I will help you prepare for the future which you wish to realize. [ Being the person that he is, Sion could do no less. ] Whatever materials may yet be in your name, I will see to it that they are transferred appropriately.