❝ I’m sure everyone’s a bit afraid. What about you? Do you consider it greedy for people to wish for more days with those that they love? Is it wrong? ❞
PERHAPS SHE IS RIGHT. He cannot help but reflect on the statement, one that may relate to him far more than he is willing to admit. The source of his newfound solemnity stems from information he has chosen to withhold, for it is the type to be easily abused. So casually is the topic discussed ( one traditionally heavy, at least for him ) and they had only touched on the surface of it. There was no denying humanity had been quite greedy in all respects, not just time alone. Now there is a mild sting within the heart, flooding conscience and soul. He finds himself reconsidering past choices, regretting past choices. The revelation causes him to question other events of the past — whether his motives in the end had been greedy, too.
To crave change by manipulating something so influential as time not only modified his own reality, but the existence of all. So, if a deity ( while wielding knowledge never intended for its pawn ) orders the reconstruction of the timeline, as well as the ability to harness such a power, was it still considered an act of selfishness? If so, is it on behalf of the bestower or the receiver? He begins to wonder if the Goddess had graced him simply to fulfill a task she had no capacity to fulfill rather than grant him a second chance at life. In other words, was it a convenience for her rather than an act of mercy? She is renowned by most for her compassionate nature, so he finds himself conflicted on the possibility.
The requested tool is handed over, eyes still intently observing as she works. Here they are cultivating specimens ( or ingredients? He simply tagged along, clueless ). The turmoil he experiences is kept wholly internal.
she didn’t really have a frame of reference. since she was very small, rydia had never known a true and set time. she would go into the Feymarch as an adult and be gone for what seemed like minutes, only to emerge with weeks put upon her age. it was true that she wished she could’ve had more time with her MOTHER. more time to enjoy her childhood and grow up under the guidance of others like her. but that kind of wishful thinking is what corrupts. at least... she thought so.
“ i don’t know. ” breathed Rydia, striking the earth with the tip of the spade to sculpt the dirt around the root-locked fungus. the pads of her fingers ghosted over its red and spotted cap, experiencing texture and warmth from a day in the sun. “ my people’s lives are very short. it comes with our duty and friendship to the eidolons. the more we enter the feymarch, the more we age. most summoners only lived to be in their thirties. ”
yanking the stem and its roots from the ground, she carefully folded it into the silk pouch she wore around her waist. it too was adorned with little saphires and yellow stars that matched the rest of her vibrant ensemble. standing beside the young man who wore so much navy and cerulean, they might’ve rivaled the colors of the earth and sky.
“ it’s not greedy. i think that... wanting to spend more time with the people you love is natural. ” dusting off her knees from the emerald stains that bit there, Rydia looked him square in the eye. “ it’s only when we try to change what is natural that it becomes obsession. though, i suppose that passion is still not entirely wrong. ”
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