#when nira'sae is re-forged

[sae-mian]

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

i had like. 3 separate ideas for this one so i hopE THIS ONE'S OK

TIMELINE: ballad WHEN: 6.1 WHO: nira'sae/g'raha SUMMARY: i don't know how to succinctly summarise this ;;; uhhh local Warrior of Light returns from the end of the world with Voices In Their Head

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Hey.

Come on. I know you can hear me.

You can't keep doing this. You know you can't.

Listen to me-- hey--

"Hey--"

Nira'sae jumped as a hand gently grasped their shoulder.

G'raha. He was studying them, brow pinched.

"H-hey, sorry."

They tried to put on a convincing smile, hoping to appease some of the worry clearly evident on his face.

"You okay? You've been staring off into space out here for a while, now."

Had it been a while? They looked back out over the skyline, Old Sharlayan sprawling out beneath them. The lights from windows and lamp-posts emitted a soft glow, illuminating the streets where the sky above did not.

Huh. They could've sworn it was still light out, when they came out for some air.

Time flies, doesn't it?

What? You want me to stop? To go away?

I fucking can't. I wouldn't even if I could.

You can't escape yourself.

Nira'sae.

"Nira?"

They shook their head roughly, as if that might help dislodge this... presence in their mind.

There was nothing for it. Sooner or later, they'd have to figure this out, once and for all.

No point in needlessly worrying 'Raha about it, though.

"I'm fine." They smiled at him again, though they couldn't help but think it was even less convincing this time.

It didn't matter. They pat his hand where it rested on their shoulder, before hopping down from the wall they were sat on, and heading back to the Annex.