[ As the Traveler and Paimon depart in one direction, Neuvillette turns to walk beside the young woman; he should be heading back to the Palais and as promised, talk to Furina about those mysterious stone slates they found at the heart of the ruins, but there's just... something that compels him to stay with Navia a little longer after that near death experience she went through. He doesn't want to let her out of sight just yet, at least not until they've made it to Poisson.
Several lives have been lost to those ancient waters; not quite dead in the usual sense of the word, perhaps, but most would not consider being melded together into a singular entity without individuality to be truly alive. What happened at Poisson is a tragedy, a dark reminder of the many more lives that will be swept away if they don't find a way to avert the preordained fate... and with no apparent solution in sight, Neuvillette's frustration grows with each passing moment. He wishes he could have done something, he wishes he had the power that the Usurper tore from his grasp so many eons ago; then none of this would be happening and he would not be feeling the twinge he feels stabbing into his crystalline heart at the sight of Navia's grief. ]
I don't think you will, Mademoiselle. [ He says, his voice a soft whisper yet carries a weight beyond its volume. ] Please allow yourself to process what you are feeling.
[ He probably should not be giving advice on emotional matters, but he can't just say nothing... ]
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Several lives have been lost to those ancient waters; not quite dead in the usual sense of the word, perhaps, but most would not consider being melded together into a singular entity without individuality to be truly alive. What happened at Poisson is a tragedy, a dark reminder of the many more lives that will be swept away if they don't find a way to avert the preordained fate... and with no apparent solution in sight, Neuvillette's frustration grows with each passing moment. He wishes he could have done something, he wishes he had the power that the Usurper tore from his grasp so many eons ago; then none of this would be happening and he would not be feeling the twinge he feels stabbing into his crystalline heart at the sight of Navia's grief. ]
I don't think you will, Mademoiselle. [ He says, his voice a soft whisper yet carries a weight beyond its volume. ] Please allow yourself to process what you are feeling.
[ He probably should not be giving advice on emotional matters, but he can't just say nothing... ]