"The ones I've met were a bunch of pompous arseholes," Era says with a small huff. "Legend says when the Dawn Father, Azim, took mortal form to be with his love—the Dusk Mother, Nhaama—he founded the Oronir tribe...
"...I wonder... were he and Azeyma my past incarnations, or were they simply deities conjured up by the imprint Hemera left upon the souls she helped?"
Ardbert fights back laughter at that description. Sure, they're a bunch of arses, but they're happy. If everyone's like that, are they even considered terrible by their own culture?
The next bit piques his curiosity. "I really wish I knew. Gods, it's strange to think about past lives, isn't it? But it's also comforting to know we don't change much. We always try to help people. Usually, anyway. I'm sure one of us just said screw it to the whole thing and took a lifetime off, the lucky bastard."
She hums a quiet note of agreement, then falls silent again for a time. It is, however, a silence heavy with contemplation, and the anticipation of being broken—the kind Ardbert is so very accustomed to by now with his wife.
Eventually Era does break the silence, first with a tiny hum and then with words proper.
"From across nine worlds... A hundred hundred lifetimes make up the facets of my soul. In those many lifetimes I'm sure you and I have experienced things we could only dream of."
She can think of a few, though still holds onto the distant hope they may yet become reality.
"Right now you are just a part of me... But in my next incarnation you will no longer be a part of me."
Era gives him another fond nudge with her head.
"There will be no 'me' or 'you', only us. A whole new person, together."
He pauses in the same way. Some thoughts should not be rushed. It takes time for them to bear fruit.
And bear fruit these thoughts do, and Ardbert squeezes her. "... knowing things will continue is comforting. I wonder what we'll be like... I wonder what adventures we'll find... and what adventures our previous selves lived through."
"The only sad thing is the lack of amaro on the Source. They might never get to pet one or fly on their back." He's a bit biased.
"With hundreds of lives between us... I'm sure there are few adventures our past lives have missed." Given how full of adventure even just their two lives have been, Era can't imagine their past selves being any different.
"Mayhap I can bring some amaro eggs with me to the Source one day," she muses. "And I could bring more breeds of chocobo back to the First."
The second part of the conversation has been forgotten. "... children." Ardbert's expression softens and saddens. "He would. Not that I can blame him."
But even Emet could have moments of weakness, only for the disappointment to remind him of why he shouldn't have been weak. He nods along to what she says.
Ardbert's smile grows wistful, and he snuggles in a bit closer to her. "Aye, he did. She would've been at home as a child of Amaurot."
Ardbert hums in agreement. "I loved my village, but I still left it seeking adventure. I didn't much like the idea of staying there my entire life. Different reasons, same result, I suppose."
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She tilts her head back enough to bump the crown of her head gently against his chin.
"I believe it is seen as one of the very few honorable reasons to leave the Steppe."
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"They love and fight with the same passion. Not a bad way to live."
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"...I wonder... were he and Azeyma my past incarnations, or were they simply deities conjured up by the imprint Hemera left upon the souls she helped?"
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The next bit piques his curiosity. "I really wish I knew. Gods, it's strange to think about past lives, isn't it? But it's also comforting to know we don't change much. We always try to help people. Usually, anyway. I'm sure one of us just said screw it to the whole thing and took a lifetime off, the lucky bastard."
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Eventually Era does break the silence, first with a tiny hum and then with words proper.
"From across nine worlds... A hundred hundred lifetimes make up the facets of my soul. In those many lifetimes I'm sure you and I have experienced things we could only dream of."
She can think of a few, though still holds onto the distant hope they may yet become reality.
"Right now you are just a part of me... But in my next incarnation you will no longer be a part of me."
Era gives him another fond nudge with her head.
"There will be no 'me' or 'you', only us. A whole new person, together."
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And bear fruit these thoughts do, and Ardbert squeezes her. "... knowing things will continue is comforting. I wonder what we'll be like... I wonder what adventures we'll find... and what adventures our previous selves lived through."
"The only sad thing is the lack of amaro on the Source. They might never get to pet one or fly on their back." He's a bit biased.
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"Mayhap I can bring some amaro eggs with me to the Source one day," she muses. "And I could bring more breeds of chocobo back to the First."
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"Aye, both would be good. We need more breeding stock back home for the chocobos. Not to mention, gifting the Source with Amaro."
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To be reminded each day of what he lost by looking at a malformed pittance of a soul. To have children that he would watch grow, wither, and die.
"Unless required for appearances, I can't see him enjoying the disappointment of mortal offspring."
That all said...
"But he seemed ever so fond of Ryne, didn't he? So patient and indulgent. It's no wonder she was fond of him in turn."
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Ardbert's smile grows wistful, and he snuggles in a bit closer to her. "Aye, he did. She would've been at home as a child of Amaurot."
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"Hemera loved Amaurot," she says, contemplative. "But...she did not like it. It was why she thrived as Azem, I think."
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