Ah, but if I abandoned my quest, I couldn't be considered the same person, could I? It would mean leaving behind my fundamental nature.
I would, of course, adorn you with praise. But since you have to be convinced to remain in one place, there would have to be more...physical adornments as well. At least until you learned to appreciate your surroundings.
A prison! The width and breadth of the world and you call it a prison!
To be free, it's said, is to live by your passions. And that is exactly what I did. Everything I did, everything I brought into my ship, it was because of my passions. And you were the greatest of all.
Are they? So much simply exists, with no effort put in to make it special. Though things like trees and grass certainly can't do anything to change that, sentient beings have no excuse. The world is so dull, so utterly grey, that such things are glittering gems indeed.
I'd, for one, be honoured to be taken as part of such a collection. It would be a sign that I was one of those gems...though I would question why they would take interest in me.
Can't you see? It's because there are normal, trivial things... That you can have special moments to treasure.
[If Jirarudan's eyes are closed, he will feel a brief kiss, a firm peck on his forehead, dry lips smelling like ocean. Once he opens his eyes, he will find an intricate necklace around his neck, like a net of silver descending to his chest and constellated with pearls, fragments of Silver Wings, and blue precious stones.]
[the motion catches him off guard. In truth he had suspected that Lugia would probably leave, but to be given anything--contact, and then this heavy thing--was enough to make his eyes well up before opening them. His hand flew to the new object, feeling it before he saw it.]
...I...you've caught me in a net of your own, I see.
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You just never give up, do you? I will credit you for that much.
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But because it's your birthday, I will humor you this once - what would you adorn me with?
[The question is nothing short of disgusting to him, but. Damn his curiosity, sob.]
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I would, of course, adorn you with praise. But since you have to be convinced to remain in one place, there would have to be more...physical adornments as well. At least until you learned to appreciate your surroundings.
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I was freer than perhaps any human has ever been and you call me envious?
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[Lugia is not angry, either, just not getting Jirarudan's logic, as always.]
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To be free, it's said, is to live by your passions. And that is exactly what I did. Everything I did, everything I brought into my ship, it was because of my passions. And you were the greatest of all.
...You still are.
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So because your passion chains you, I should be chained as well...?
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[he's one to talk]
I wish to keep you as part of that history. The most glorious things in the world. It's truly an honour, you know. A reverence.
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And you are the inexperienced one, if you do not realize that all things and beings in this World are worthy of reverence, praise annd respect.
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I'd, for one, be honoured to be taken as part of such a collection. It would be a sign that I was one of those gems...though I would question why they would take interest in me.
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If you fail to understand that... it must mean that within your shell of arrogance, you are hurt and bleeding.
But I have no wish to argue with you on your birthday. Close your eyes.
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Ah? Very well.
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[If Jirarudan's eyes are closed, he will feel a brief kiss, a firm peck on his forehead, dry lips smelling like ocean. Once he opens his eyes, he will find an intricate necklace around his neck, like a net of silver descending to his chest and constellated with pearls, fragments of Silver Wings, and blue precious stones.]
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[the motion catches him off guard. In truth he had suspected that Lugia would probably leave, but to be given anything--contact, and then this heavy thing--was enough to make his eyes well up before opening them. His hand flew to the new object, feeling it before he saw it.]
...I...you've caught me in a net of your own, I see.