🕯 for Naven because REASONS
He steeples his fingers together, leaning back into his business chair and sighing heavily. Staring up into the ceiling, multicolored hues swirling with contemplation and a distant, weighted sense of recollection. He didn't answer for a good, long while.
Mostly because there were so many he could pick from, for one. So many lives he's indirectly seen, so many memories that didn't have anything to do with his own life and yet they were a part of him, in a way. But the question was a person, past tense. And of course, there was ONE that immediately sprung to mind.
But is it fair to say that when he didn't even know who she was, before?
Perhaps he could answer this question with a different person...and in a different way.
"I had a friend, once. I thought very highly of him. And he was brilliant, you know, just...so brilliant. One of the most educated individuals I've ever met, in fact. We used to..." He could see it so clearly, those days. Recalling every detail, every joke, every hope placed on an ambitious idea that would have done so much good for the world. Should have. "...play chess. Work together. Share ideas."
Is it foolish of him to miss those days, even when he now knew that it was all just a fabricated scheme? A ploy, a trick, a mask that had served its purpose--and was no more.
"...it didn't end well." Closing his eyes, he leans forward once more and starts to organize his papers on his desk, even though he had just done so not moments ago. "There was an accident." Hardly. He wanted him to STOP and he did. Oh, he did. "And he is...not around, anymore."
It's not healthy to dwell on such topics, Mr. Nuknuk. Such sentimentality will hurt you one day.
...Naven puts down his papers and rubs his temples a bit. Tea, tea would distract him for a while...
