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[barebacking]

It would seem as though I made a mistake. But I shall feel no guilt for it as it was done for a greater purpose... that is what matters in the end.

And truly, it is as all say, what does death matter when you return?

So ... it is like I did nothing at all.

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[scarfenvy]

Death?

[the small scarf buddy chimes (though the word was understood beneath the one simple bell toll) both curiously and in understanding. Death wasn't an end anyways. It was just the beginning of something more.]

[barebacking]

Do you not know what it is?

[scarfenvy]

It is when one reaches Nadir...

[He chirps and chimes (and somewhat echoes). Flutey sounds conveying thoughts and meanings.]

But it's not a bad thing. Sad, but not bad.

[barebacking]

I suppose death is different in all worlds.

I cannot say I've ever heard of Nadir.

But you have the sentiment right.

[scarfenvy]

Maybe you've not heard of it, but not hearing doesn't mean you haven't been there. It is a place as much as a feeling.

[a low hum. The pulse of low strings vibrating out. He bows his head.]

It is the state of being so cold and weary that you can't walk anymore. It is falling and thinking you'll never get up again.

[barebacking]

Ah.

I have been there, then.

[scarfenvy]

When?

[barebacking]

As a child.

[scarfenvy]

To reach Nadir so early....How many times have you passed on?

[barebacking]

There are some that will tell you twice before I finally rested there.

[scarfenvy]

Did you journey alone?

[He felt it was important to ask. Taking a journey by oneself always felt more surreal. It certainly had its perks, but the isolation always chased his shadow about.]

[barebacking]

Yes.

But I rather liked it that way...

[scarfenvy]

[sad deflated chirp :'( ]

You didn't have to though...

[barebacking]

I know.

I could have brought many with me upon my second journey, but I chose to go alone.

[scarfenvy]

Maybe your next one won't be so lonely.

[hopeful scarf buddy is hopeful 8'( ]

[barebacking]

You need not worry.

I sent many on a journey of their own.... and they did not leave without some companionship.

[scarfenvy]

Sent? Did they not wish to walk on their own accord?

[barebacking]

No...

But they had to go.

[scarfenvy]

[he tilts his head to the side. chirp?]

[barebacking]

For their own good.

If they didn't, they'd never learn anything.

[scarfenvy]

They would walk on their own eventually, would they not?

[he flip flaps his cloak, idly swishing it back and forth.]

[barebacking]

Yes.

But... they needed to go early. They were unfortunate souls... that needed cleansing.

[scarfenvy]

[he wonders what unfortunatality and walking has to do with one another, but he (naively so) chalks it up to their differences. Maybe some people just...weren't very good at walking or jumping or climbing...maybe.

o.o]

...cleansed?

[barebacking]

That's right.

Their souls and very beings are unclean... if they remain as they are... their journey would be one of fire and agony.

[scarfenvy]

I don't understand.

[He chimes and wonders, not sure what to make of his words. Fire and agony didn't sound like a good thing. Not ever.]

Why are they "unclean"? What makes them that way? Did they do something bad?

[barebacking]

Your final question is the answer. They have done great wrongs... and nothing would ever change them.

[scarfenvy]

[a wave of serenity. a calming peace and tranquility resonates with a single note.]

Great evils were committed by the ancient ones, but there was still hope. My brethren and I are their atonement.

[He flutters his cloak, his scarf fluttering around them as if it were floating in water.]

Were the ones you speak of so far gone that nothing would do them well?

[barebacking]

That is, unfortunately, the case.

[ A beat. ]

I do love the way that your voice sounds. It's quite soothing... and lovely.

[scarfenvy]

Thank you.

[Scarf buddy decides that he'll chime and hum and sing some more notes for Yaha. Nothing close to spamming, but a pleasant trill punctuated by something that sounded similar to strings and flutes. He twirls around while he does so, flitting around Yaha and flapping up into the air. It's fun to sing and dance]

[barebacking]

It's a beautiful song.

Does it mean anything?

[scarfenvy]

It means I'm happy.

[He runs circles around Yaha, his scarf brushing against the elf.]

Do you sing when you're happy?

[barebacking]

No.

I do something else...

[scarfenvy]

[the meaning is lost on him. He tilts his head.]

When do you sing if it's not when you're happy?

[barebacking]

I don't sing that much anymore... if ever.

I believe I did when I was a child, but I fear my memories are a bit distorted...

[scarfenvy]

Maybe you will sing again. Someday.

[a little twirl]