how could one measure the soul of infinite lifetimes? how could anyone measure what must have been eons of living and bearing outside of millions of simulations? there's no small feat to detect, much less feel such a burden. momo isn't wrong. it is an everburning flame, a living sun that is both battery and beacon. just as he himself was, is, will be.
if he's discomforted, phainon doesn't show it. not in the already worried crease of his brows or how his smile drops, just a bit. not much to earn a mention.
" you can see all that? not to mention feel . . . apologies, you sense all this. is what i meant. from me? " the last time anyone had remotely come close to feeling it, he was far from unaware of how painful it had been. how excruciating and unintended for the trailblazer to relive his memories.
phainon...would never not regret that they had been suspectible to witnessing almost infinite lives in one soul. how much pain was this girl in? she...seemed to be holding herself well. maybe she was just getting a surface glance of this .... 'aura'.
( maybe it wasn't as bad as he was jumping conclusions towards. even so, he couldn't help but worry for her. )
it almost hurt, granted another friend would have found her own kindred spirit in her. always seeing far more than khaslana ever could.
" power, huh? " at what cost? at what weight? he'd never asked for all this power, much less ever thought it would be necessary for a hollow journey. yet here he stood, brimming with it; with too many lives for one light-fueled body.
" something like that. in truth, miss, you have plenty of power of your own, it sounds like. don't you think? " the deliverer speaks gently, but there's a measure of weariness in it. something like an apology to momo, herself.
" if whatever you're feeling or... seeing is bothering you, what would be best ? if i step away does it get less...overwhelming, perhaps ? i can leave, if that helps. i don't want you to be in discomfort. "