Voice | Unseelie Lockets | All H. Compasses

[raavashing]

[Late in the evening of the 14th day of May, Wan's voice comes over the networks very briefly. It is haggard, quiet, almost dead sounding. It sat at the edge of being numb to everything.]

I'm sorry.

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[survivra]

How could you have known? You wanted to save them before the Void claimed its prize.

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[raavashing]

I could feel it start to break. Not a lot. Not at first. But I could tell it needed more help. I just wanted to get it far enough away we could take more time to do that. Far enough away there were weeks to work on it before trying again. I didn't use the time we had the right way.

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[survivra]

And they could have left all on their own and chose to do otherwise. If you continue blaming yourself without realizing how much you did and how little power you had to know I'll have to pound you next time I see you for it.

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[raavashing]

I knew the consequences. I knew they would die if I didn't find a way to help them. It doesn't matter that they refused to move. I was the one that chose to try and help them. The failure is mine.

[Did he know about how it would effect the element of fire in the world? No. Not at all. But he knew the pyrii would die. And that was enough.]

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[survivra]

Fine, then. It's yours, despite that no one else even bothered to think of them but you, and they still had all the power to try, too. Will caring about whose failure it is bring them back?

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[raavashing]

No. It won't. But remembering why I failed and accepting that I did, is important. I have to learn, so I won't fail next time.

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[survivra]

[ She still doesn't see how Wan failed, but she supposes that makes some sense. ]

So what are you going to do next?

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[raavashing]

Take some time. I need time and right now, I have a little to spare.

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[survivra]

Don't take too much. When you come back, I'll fight with you, to make sure something like this doesn't happen again.

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[raavashing]

Thank you. Stay safe.