[ okay she definitely doesn't understand the context of all of that, but she does understand light and dark. and the way that they can be used as both metaphors and literal things at the same time.
but - she also knows that this memory isn't 'luke's' so... her glow dissipates into nothing and she sets a hand on his arm. ]
... Are you alright?
[ she's trying to gauge his reaction to that memory before saying too much. ]
[He looks... not painfully stunned, but still pretty stunned? He's kind of just staring into the middle distance for a second or two, but startles into focus when she touches his arm.]
I'm... Yeah. [He frowns.] That stuff again... It really is like a dream...
[He opens his mouth, but then pauses with thought and closes it again. "They"--like he can't tell that looked exactly like him. But... when he was younger. Bizarre.
Dreams can happen that way, though. Dreaming of your younger self, only in some fantastical situation. He will just keep going like it isn't him.]
...I still feel the same, I guess. About what I said to you. Being afraid... just makes it worse in the end. He can't... control darkness by running from it. He has to accept it, and not forget... there's light inside him, too. You can use them both.
[She's so invested in this fake dream of his wow.]
Probably. If someone is hurting people or destroying places, they should be stopped.
If what they want can't be done with their own strength, or with their friends behind them, then I think that's proof they shouldn't be doing it in the first place.
[ hmmmmm he seems like the one who's got thoughts about it!! and she opens her mouth to respond but instead - memory time:
The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon when Lux returned to her family manor. Outside the city walls, Galio was returning to stillness on his plinth beside the Memorial Road, leaving Lux to face her problems alone.
A shadow fades before the light, she thought, and she opened the latch to her front door.
She entered the house to find her mother sitting in the parlor with a balding middle-aged man, who held a case of exotic medical tinctures in his lap.
“Luxanna, so glad you decided to return home,” said Augatha, through clenched teeth.
Lux looked warily at the man on the couch.
“This is the man I was telling you about,” her mother whispered. “The one who’s going to fix your... problem.”
Lux felt light-headed, as if her spirit was leaving her body to watch what she was about to say.
“You know what, mother?” she said, her voice trembling with words she’d been longing to say. “I don’t think I want to see this man. In fact, I’d like you to send him away.”
The annuller looked offended. He stood and slung his bag over his shoulder.
“No, stay,” begged Augatha. She cornered Lux and began to speak with authority. “You do not know what you are saying. This man has risked everything to help you. It is the only way you’re ever going to be Demacian. Have you forgotten your afflic-”
“I am not afflicted!” Lux cried out. “I am beautiful and valuable, and one day I will prove it to this kingdom! And if anyone has a problem with me, I’ve got a very large friend they can talk to.”
She strode upstairs to her room, leaving her mother alone with the annuller.
As Lux flopped onto her bed, she expelled a deep, easy breath. For the first time in years, her mind was as still as a pond in summer. The light that had once exploded from her unbidden was still there, but she could feel its beginning and its end, and knew that one day she could master it.
As she drifted off to sleep, she realized her mantra had always been wrong. No light could ever kill shadows.
A shadow thrives beside the light, she thought. It had a nice ring to it.]
This isn't the first time he is a part of some bizarre experience, but he's still surprised when it happens.
The memory isn't good, and it's all not horrendous. Somehow, it takes his breath away regardless after he comes reeling back. Not quite like failing a class, but the sentiment is the same.
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[His brows pinch. Gonna have to respectfully disagree. (Why? Why, though? He said magic wasn't real.) It's not.
It's...]
It... can be used for evil probably. But that isn't the magic. It's because someone decided to use it that way.
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[ ... ]
Though it doesn't change that there's good reason to fear it.
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I don't think you should be afraid of... what you don't understand. That just makes it worse in the end.
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I don't think you're evil. I think people are just afraid.
[And--pop!--she gets... a memory (until about 15:00ish)?]
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but - she also knows that this memory isn't 'luke's' so... her glow dissipates into nothing and she sets a hand on his arm. ]
... Are you alright?
[ she's trying to gauge his reaction to that memory before saying too much. ]
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I'm... Yeah. [He frowns.] That stuff again... It really is like a dream...
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[But he sort of touches the place over his heart with a hand kind of like ????? anyway.]
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So what did you make of it? The discussion they were having, I mean.
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Dreams can happen that way, though. Dreaming of your younger self, only in some fantastical situation. He will just keep going like it isn't him.]
...I still feel the same, I guess. About what I said to you. Being afraid... just makes it worse in the end. He can't... control darkness by running from it. He has to accept it, and not forget... there's light inside him, too. You can use them both.
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I had to learn this before I could control my own magic.
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It can still be used to do harm. I have to be aware of that - to be sure that it doesn't happen.
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But you seemed ready to handle him. And you had some support?
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Well... I don't think that was really me, but... I guess, yeah. When you think things are bad, your friends are always there. So you're never alone.
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[ but she doesn't really know what to say to that thing about friends, because what the fuck are friends? so that just... hangs there. nailed it. ]
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You can't let a weirdo bully you.
[who let weirdos bully him? THIS GUY (he doesn't know this)]
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I wonder what there is to do about him, then. Perhaps only to defeat him?
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Probably. If someone is hurting people or destroying places, they should be stopped.
If what they want can't be done with their own strength, or with their friends behind them, then I think that's proof they shouldn't be doing it in the first place.
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The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon when Lux returned to her family manor. Outside the city walls, Galio was returning to stillness on his plinth beside the Memorial Road, leaving Lux to face her problems alone.
A shadow fades before the light, she thought, and she opened the latch to her front door.
She entered the house to find her mother sitting in the parlor with a balding middle-aged man, who held a case of exotic medical tinctures in his lap.
“Luxanna, so glad you decided to return home,” said Augatha, through clenched teeth.
Lux looked warily at the man on the couch.
“This is the man I was telling you about,” her mother whispered. “The one who’s going to fix your... problem.”
Lux felt light-headed, as if her spirit was leaving her body to watch what she was about to say.
“You know what, mother?” she said, her voice trembling with words she’d been longing to say. “I don’t think I want to see this man. In fact, I’d like you to send him away.”
The annuller looked offended. He stood and slung his bag over his shoulder.
“No, stay,” begged Augatha. She cornered Lux and began to speak with authority. “You do not know what you are saying. This man has risked everything to help you. It is the only way you’re ever going to be Demacian. Have you forgotten your afflic-”
“I am not afflicted!” Lux cried out. “I am beautiful and valuable, and one day I will prove it to this kingdom! And if anyone has a problem with me, I’ve got a very large friend they can talk to.”
She strode upstairs to her room, leaving her mother alone with the annuller.
As Lux flopped onto her bed, she expelled a deep, easy breath. For the first time in years, her mind was as still as a pond in summer. The light that had once exploded from her unbidden was still there, but she could feel its beginning and its end, and knew that one day she could master it.
As she drifted off to sleep, she realized her mantra had always been wrong. No light could ever kill shadows.
A shadow thrives beside the light, she thought. It had a nice ring to it.]
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This isn't the first time he is a part of some bizarre experience, but he's still surprised when it happens.
The memory isn't good, and it's all not horrendous. Somehow, it takes his breath away regardless after he comes reeling back. Not quite like failing a class, but the sentiment is the same.
Feeling branded.
What does he say to any of that?]
...A shadow thrives beside the light, huh?
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