[ sidon hasn't seen the darker side of diluc's memories—the anger that had festered for years, the trail of ruin he'd left in the wake of his father's passing. perhaps he might change his mind if he knew, but the way he regards diluc now, diluc gets the feeling that wouldn't be the case.
regardless, the emotions he returns are grateful, if perhaps colored with self-consciousness. for a man of his station, he is not unfamiliar with praise and admiration. but this is something much more personal, between friends. he is not someone who desires to be seen, nor does he feel the strong need for recognition (not since then)—but it is meaningful to know he can be vulnerable in moments like these.
his smile softens a bit.
i get the feeling you're speaking from experience. ]
...I hope to live up to those words.
[ sidon's kindness and strength of heart is unmatched—and better spent on someone else. though, diluc will treasure the time and care he is given. he looks to sidon and thinks how fortunate he is—that they all are—to have him with them.
[ being vulnerable isn't his strong suit either, but this place draws it out forcibly sometimes, laying hurt out so plainly for others to see. the most they can do is be respectful when it happens, offering an open hand or a kind word or companionable thoughts. he doesn't answer the one that diluc has besides with a smile. ]
You have! And you will continue to! [ sidon is a Good person, but he has long since abandoned the notion that people here have totally clean histories and emotions. it's okay. what he has to judge is the diluc standing before him today, and he rather likes him a lot. ] I believe in you.
[ which he says and triggers a memory with, woah. the way i have to keep adding people to this filter because i have so few memories. sorry you have to look at aoc content for filler too. here ya go. ]
[ a hundred years is a long time to grieve. and given the nature of zora lifespans, diluc wagers there are hundreds more to go.
he's quiet as the memory fades, left with feelings of separation and loss. a fading warmth like faint wisps of smoke from a candle extinguished. (the legacy and pride of a people. the love of a sister.)
his hand clasps firmly around sidon's. ]
...I believe in you, too.
[ to protect his people in her stead. to give light to the world where she no longer can. if mipha is the moon, then sidon is as the sun, bright and unrelenting. ]
...I'm sorry, Sidon. You've lost something most precious as well.
[ it takes a moment to draw himself properly into the present again—this is a memory he's relived plenty of times, both here and before this, in his own private reminiscing, but it never goes down any smoother.
still. who hasn't lost someone important to them, here? it's unfortunate, how easily everyone can relate. he's pulled out of a daze by diluc's encouragement and firm grip, and smiles. ]
As you said for yourself—it was a long time ago.
[ a little tongue in cheek. ]
I'd been inconsolable at the time, frankly. [ he was a baby, it's fine to admit as much. ] But I've long since been able to talk about my sister with pride and happiness. So it's all right. I'm sorry you had to see the ugliness of my kingdom, if anything.
[ CHEEKY... but deserved. diluc smiles wryly, though he gives his hands a gentle squeeze. ]
No kingdom is perfect, Sidon. But it does not make your home unsightly.
...I'm glad you can think of her with fond remembrance.
[ he thinks the heartache won't ever fully fade, but with time it loses its bite. grief, great or small, can still serve as a bridge to their loved ones. ]
Though it wasn't on purpose, thank you for sharing her memory with me.
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regardless, the emotions he returns are grateful, if perhaps colored with self-consciousness. for a man of his station, he is not unfamiliar with praise and admiration. but this is something much more personal, between friends. he is not someone who desires to be seen, nor does he feel the strong need for recognition (not since then)—but it is meaningful to know he can be vulnerable in moments like these.
his smile softens a bit.
i get the feeling you're speaking from experience. ]
...I hope to live up to those words.
[ sidon's kindness and strength of heart is unmatched—and better spent on someone else. though, diluc will treasure the time and care he is given. he looks to sidon and thinks how fortunate he is—that they all are—to have him with them.
okay memshare me now >:( ]
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You have! And you will continue to! [ sidon is a Good person, but he has long since abandoned the notion that people here have totally clean histories and emotions. it's okay. what he has to judge is the diluc standing before him today, and he rather likes him a lot. ] I believe in you.
[ which he says and triggers a memory with, woah. the way i have to keep adding people to this filter because i have so few memories. sorry you have to look at aoc content for filler too. here ya go. ]
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he's quiet as the memory fades, left with feelings of separation and loss. a fading warmth like faint wisps of smoke from a candle extinguished. (the legacy and pride of a people. the love of a sister.)
his hand clasps firmly around sidon's. ]
...I believe in you, too.
[ to protect his people in her stead. to give light to the world where she no longer can. if mipha is the moon, then sidon is as the sun, bright and unrelenting. ]
...I'm sorry, Sidon. You've lost something most precious as well.
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still. who hasn't lost someone important to them, here? it's unfortunate, how easily everyone can relate. he's pulled out of a daze by diluc's encouragement and firm grip, and smiles. ]
As you said for yourself—it was a long time ago.
[ a little tongue in cheek. ]
I'd been inconsolable at the time, frankly. [ he was a baby, it's fine to admit as much. ] But I've long since been able to talk about my sister with pride and happiness. So it's all right. I'm sorry you had to see the ugliness of my kingdom, if anything.
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No kingdom is perfect, Sidon. But it does not make your home unsightly.
...I'm glad you can think of her with fond remembrance.
[ he thinks the heartache won't ever fully fade, but with time it loses its bite. grief, great or small, can still serve as a bridge to their loved ones. ]
Though it wasn't on purpose, thank you for sharing her memory with me.