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[purrrrfection]

Aye.

[She says it simply and quietly, and finds herself wishing she had something much stronger in her coffee mug now.

At least someone is here now that knows her. She knows they haven't all been so lucky. She considers telling him what else she knows, about how some have come and gone from other worlds after being drawn from their homes and before winding up here, but in a rare moment of restraint she realizes those aren't her stories to tell. What little she knew she'd either been told in confidence or didn't quite trust herself to recount properly.

No... best to leave it to them to tell it. Let Ardbert speak to the others for himself. Besides, after a century of wandering alone it would probably do him quite a bit of good to be able to speak to someone other than her, and that thought was enough to chase off any lingering frustration or hurt.

She elaborates with a gesture of her hand, tail moving to and fro with her restlessness.]

So far as we've been able to tell we all come from some sort of... alternate realities, as if the source and its reflections have been duplicated several times over. Each copy seems to have its own Warrior of Light, but it seems everyone else is more or less the same, save for their memories of-- ah--

[With a soft huff Ziva shut her eyes and shook her head, bringing her hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose.]

--"us"? The warriors? This is too damned much for me. It's all a damn mess, and still not our main concern, besides. More a point of curiosity, to be truthful.

[befalls]

[ Alternate realities...as if things weren't wild enough. It seems like more than a point of curiosity to him, especially given...the potential duplication of their universe or the potential repercussions that might have, but those questions and concerns are better left to those with a firmer grasp of Aether and the inner-workings of their world. Someone like Urianger or Y'shtola perhaps, though it sounds like they're not here at the moment.

As much as Ardbert wants to know the how and the why of this nonsense, he knows better than to think on it much longer. He would end up wanting to bang his head against a wall before long. He's a fighter, not someone who could puzzle out a mystery of this magnitude.

He settles back to a more relaxed posture, rubbing his forehead with a sigh. ]

If that's not our main concern, I'm guessing being...brought to this place is? Unless there's even more I'm unaware of.

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[It's enough to make one's head spin. Some of the others are most definitely better suited. She considers herself to be capable of imagining some pretty wild things, after all, she's tagged along on all of Hildibrand's recent exploits, but this? This is in a whole different realm of bizarre.]

... Yes.

[That's it. That's the answer. Yes to both. Yes to all of it. Yes to everything. This shit is weird, mate.]

Things are quiet here for the most part. Every now and again some weird shite goes down that we find ourselves roped into, but otherwise we all just live normal lives here.

[Finally her frustration over the topic a moment ago falls away, and she offers her companion a crooked smile.]

I'd be lying if I said I'm anything but glad you're here with us now. I realize this might not have been your first choice, but...

[Ah, but words are difficult, easy to say, harder to choose carefully, at least for her. She knows he must miss his original companions (who knows, maybe they'll turn up as well), but she's still glad to know he'll get a second lease on life along with the others that have been lost along the way. They deserve it. Most aren't that lucky, and she hopes to see him make the most of it.]

[befalls]

[ She's right, if he's being honest with himself. This place isn't his first choice, furthest from it. He's tired, after all, and not just because he didn't sleep the night before. After everything that happened with Hades--finishing his story, making amends--Ardbert had hoped to finally be able to rest. Yet here he is, and a cynical part of him wonders if he's only been brought back to contribute to some other grand plan, that perhaps what he gave wasn't enough.

He wants to hope, though. As much as he misses his friends, and as confusing as the whole situation is, he can't deny how appealing a normal life sounds. ]

First choice or not, I'm here now. Full glad for it too, believe it or not.

[ He just wishes...his friends could be here, too. If anyone's deserving of a second chance, it's them. ]

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[The smile she gives in turn is warm but also a little sad. She can imagine only too well how he feels, though his words do give her heart. Learning what they had sacrificed, hearing all that he'd lost, seeing what they'd given their all to try to protect, he deserved to rest. Ziva was a woman who took her bonds to heart and kept them close, and even with him here before her now she couldn't help but still think of herself as a sort of protector, though she knew damn well better than to say so aloud. Besides, just who had saved WHO at the end there, hm? Exactly.

Still, the man deserved his rest, and she knew she'd find anyone who tried to take that from him and she'd tear them a new asshole.]

Take heart... there's always a chance.

[She said it with surprising softness, a tentative hope that she wasn't fully sure he'd want to be given, but he'd seen his hope rewarded before.]

After all, this place saw fit to see us reunited. I mean it, of all the faces I could've seen from home, yours is the one I'm most grateful for, and not just because you remember me.

[But maybe this was too emotional for a reunion. For a moment she let the sentiment linger, gave him a chance to respond if he wished, but was ready to offer a segue should it be too much.]