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Ziva's head tilts with a frown, Alisaie's words ringing... oddly in her mind. It's finally dawned on her that this might be... that she might be... but, that's impossible, isn't it?
Right, as if she and hers didn't do ten impossible things a week at LEAST. Ziva's eyes widen then, her lips parting in surprise. Is she REALLY to dare to hope that she may not be so alone with her thoughts after all?]
You remember? Lunatia...?
[Which means it's now HER turn to beg the question: HOW??? How is it that she's HERE- what- she hadn't remembered Ziva before. It had been obvious that whoever the Warrior of Light was on Alisaie's star, it wasn't HER. Why then, HOW, then, was it that the Alisaie who she'd met on Lunatia came to be here??
But putting that aside for a second, guilt hits her, and for a brief moment she wonders if she shouldn't have mentioned her title after all back then. She worries that- if she's right -what she's about to say is going to sit poorly.
After that pause, a moment taken to compose herself, she straightens. For a second she actualy seems... struck speechless, a rare thing indeed for her, as Alisaie had likely realized during their time together in that glittering city worlds and worlds away.]
Ah, so that's the way of it. How indeed.
[And then... she smiles?]
Aye, I remember you, I remember that place. [There's another pause, and then a humorless chuckle.] Gods if I know how to say this without sounding puffed up on self importance, but... I'm the one the exarch called for. I'm... the Warrior of Light of my star. I hope you'll forgive me for saying nothing of it before. I could find neither the words nor the right time.
[Somehow it had always seemed so unimportant, and when she thought about the confusion and possibly the pain it might cause, knowing from their first meeting that Alisaie already harbored some particular feelings about not recognizing Ziva? The choice was simple, at least at the time. She'd held her tongue regarding her true identity so as to avoid causing further upset and confusion. Here's hoping that she doesn't wind up paying for it now. Until she's sure of that she withholds all other thoughts and feelings on the matter, when really all she wants to do is rejoice that she isn't stark raving mad after all, that someone (especially someone so close to her) still retains memory of that place and those experiences, questions (of which there are many) aside.
Questions for the exarch later, perhaps.]
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ziva, she.. she is...
in retrospect, it makes sense enough. she possesses all the selfsame qualities of the warrior that alisaie knows - she is strong and kind, compassionate and tenacious, and the gods know that more than one unfamiliar face in lunatia had claimed the title of warrior of light. now more than ever alisaie is acquainted with the idea of multiple worlds, multiple timelines, they exist, and that ziva might be the warrior of light in her reality is not so unbelievable. in time, alisaie could come to digest and accept that.
but then.. why is she here? how do they share the same star? it's enough to make her head hurt. ]
I.. I don't understand.
[ it's all she can say, isn't it? if ziva is here, then.. where is the warrior she knows? the one who was meant to arrive here? a deep misgiving takes root in her heart, but alisaie soon shakes her head. ]
Nevermind. I doubt you are able to offer any more answers than I can.
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[After all, can't be "worse" than being pulled completely away from home against their will, can it? True, it was for good causes in both recent cases, but it didn't change the fact it may have been nice to be asked, in the case of the prismals. Suppose there was no harm in it, though, since time hadn't passed by in the duration, and if anything they came away more knowledgeable than when they'd left.
Frowning briefly, Ziva folds her arms, thoughtful.]
Our best bet would be to ask the Exarch... but... I can't deny that I'm glad to see you again. I would've been happy regardless, but it's a bit of a bonus knowing I HAVEN'T finally cracked my gourd, being the only one to remember my time there.
[To which she can't help but smile. It's simply her way, trying to put a positive spin on things. Fretting won't get them very far, in the end, and she can't pretend to be disparaged by the recent development.] In the meantime...
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still, she feels a stain of doubt upon her heart, and a cold, quiet fear that is taking root. were ziva not on her home world, surely the exarch would have noticed that she was not, in fact, the same warrior of light that alisaie is familiar with. for all the similarities they share, he and ziva are still quite different, markedly physically different. so if she is in fact who the exarch was fishing for, that means that it is not ziva who occupies the wrong space.
it is alisaie.
gods, she had been so happy to be home at last..
shaking her head, alisaie draws in a deep breath and lifts her eyes to ziva's face. ]
Aye, no doubt you have.. questions. I've a patrol to finish, if you should like to offer a hand we can finish it in half the time, and leave ourselves ample time to speak.
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[Once again she surveys the spot where the eater's aether was but moments before, then turns her attention back to Alisaie. This is her patrol, and as such Ziva is simply here to assist, not to lead.]
Where would you have me start, then?
[She asks with a wink and an easy smile. Chores. Always chores in the end. The only difference is in how they vary in importance. The sentiment is a fond one though, they're nearly always doing so for the good of others and now that hold especially true.]