[ ... it wouldn't be a lie to tell him she has no idea. It's not as though she knows every single exception to this power she'd always thought was a curse.
But it doesn't feel entirely truthful either. ]
This is just a thought.
[ She sends, then keeps him waiting for several minutes as she struggles to put this theory - this stab in the dark, this thing she so desperately wants to be wrong about - words. Several times, she types Never mind and hovers her finger over the send button, but she doubts Mydei would accept such cowardice from her.
It's just a thought, she reminds herself, over and over again, in hopes it'll ease some of that anxiety metamorphosing in nausea. It doesn't, but at least she finishes her message. ]
There shouldn't be any exceptions to this power of mine. But outside of you and Lord Phainon, I have been able to touch two others. [ Which... is another thing she'll need to address later. Stelle. She just hopes he'll forgive her for saving that for a different time, when as far as she (falsely) knows she's very much alive here in Ellipsa. ] They shared something in common. ... Something that makes them different from you.
They were both dead.
[ She then has to put her phone down, and try not to cry from typing out those words. ]
[ Oh, he. Mydei feels sick. Rage and distress curdle in his stomach at the mere thought - How could she even suggest that? Even imply it as a possibility?? ]
[ It's not that she wants it to be a possibility. She's not happy in the slightest, having typed out those words. But as far as she knows, Phainon isn't immortal like Mydei. And she knows with absolute certainty her touch cannot bring death to someone that's already dead. Maybe there is another possibility - some additional loophole to this power that's always felt so absolute, so isolating - but she doesn't have it in her to hope that's the case.
(nor does she have it in her to think of if this is something she could've had back in Okhema. if she could've given Phainon a hug any of the hundreds of times the desire arose during those idyllic days at the Grove.) ]
[ There is a decent span of time before Mydei responds again. ]
No. I'm sorry. You were only answering my question.
That just [ Is terrifying? Agonizing? He can feel his heart aching - mourning - at the mere thought of it ] doesn't seem possible. He wouldn't let himself die.
[ Mydei will die before Phainon ever even comes close. He's sure of it. ]
[ From her experiences, most people don't let themselves die. But she understands what he means. ]
I will continue to think on it, and see if I can come to another conclusion. [ She'd keep thinking about it regardless, given how unusual this is, but judging from that long silence... it's very much for Mydei's sake. ] In the meantime, please keep an eye on Lord Phainon.
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... I am too. And I don't want to question it [ It feels like he'll jinx it somehow. ] but you truly have no idea why?
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But it doesn't feel entirely truthful either. ]
This is just a thought.
[ She sends, then keeps him waiting for several minutes as she struggles to put this theory - this stab in the dark, this thing she so desperately wants to be wrong about - words. Several times, she types Never mind and hovers her finger over the send button, but she doubts Mydei would accept such cowardice from her.
It's just a thought, she reminds herself, over and over again, in hopes it'll ease some of that anxiety metamorphosing in nausea. It doesn't, but at least she finishes her message. ]
There shouldn't be any exceptions to this power of mine. But outside of you and Lord Phainon, I have been able to touch two others. [ Which... is another thing she'll need to address later. Stelle. She just hopes he'll forgive her for saving that for a different time, when as far as she (falsely) knows she's very much alive here in Ellipsa. ] They shared something in common. ... Something that makes them different from you.
They were both dead.
[ She then has to put her phone down, and try not to cry from typing out those words. ]
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Phainon is not dead.
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(nor does she have it in her to think of if this is something she could've had back in Okhema. if she could've given Phainon a hug any of the hundreds of times the desire arose during those idyllic days at the Grove.) ]
You're right. Please forget I said that.
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No. I'm sorry. You were only answering my question.
That just [ Is terrifying? Agonizing? He can feel his heart aching - mourning - at the mere thought of it ] doesn't seem possible. He wouldn't let himself die.
[ Mydei will die before Phainon ever even comes close. He's sure of it. ]
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I will continue to think on it, and see if I can come to another conclusion. [ She'd keep thinking about it regardless, given how unusual this is, but judging from that long silence... it's very much for Mydei's sake. ] In the meantime, please keep an eye on Lord Phainon.
[ Not that he needs her to tell him to do that. ]
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I will. I'll confront him, as well. He can only run for so long; he has to come home eventually.