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[crystallinelore]

INEVITABLE SPOILERS WITHIN, LOOK UPON AT YOUR OWN RISK

in any case we can do like, game aus, or "exarch summoned your character from another fuckin dimension", or THERE'S A WEIRD TOWER MADE OF CRYSTAL HERE NOW, WTF, or maybe it's been there as long as anyone can remember, or,

look feel free to comment with a pitch or make me pick or just make a starter, we can do whatever

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[firstworldproblem]

[Walking over and offering a hand.]

If I may be allowed to give you a more visual representation. In this case, words can not paint the picture I'm trying to tell.

[crystallinelore]

[hhhhhesitates. but.

takes his hand.]

[firstworldproblem]

[He helps the Crystal Exarch to his feet and then raises a hand, snapping his fingers as purple and black clouds engulf them for just a moment. When it clears they are in another vaulted room with a set of heavy wooden doors set before them.]

How much do you remember of what I told your Hero?

[crystallinelore]

[he very bravely doesn't make any pained noises as they get him on his feet, standing as steadily as he can.

dryly:]

After you shot me? Or before?

[firstworldproblem]

In your Crystal Tower. I had assumed you were all but dead to the world after I shot you. You have been rather cooperative all things considered.

[crystallinelore]

I wouldn't really expect a more considerate way of stopping me to work. Nor that you wouldn't have tried to stop me. If anything I'm irritated you were watching quite that closely.

But yes, I was listening when you were on my home turf.

[firstworldproblem]

Then I don't need to further explain.

I could peel the information from the depths of your soul, but that would be excruciatingly painful for you and extra work for me. I'd rather save the energy.

But... do I trust you, my dear Crystal Exarch? Are you worthy of that trust...

[He snaps his fingers and produces the Exarch's staff holding it out to him.]

You don't really look in any shape to be given a test, but I see no other way for you to prove yourself.

[crystallinelore]

If it's all the same to you, I much prefer my soul in one piece.

[it's not a funny joke, given the condition of his hero, given what he had planned to do... but it's all he has in him.

taking his staff back, leaning on it. very much eyeballing Emet.]

Is it I you should be worried about trusting? At the very least my mind is my own.

[firstworldproblem]

Such a look! If our conditions were reversed and I had something you so desperately wanted, would you offer me the same courtesy?

[He shakes his head.]

You trust your Hero, do you not?

[crystallinelore]

You've seen exactly how cruel I am.

[you've seen the state his Hero is in! that's his fault! he led them to the slaughter! so no, he's not denying it.]

I do.

[firstworldproblem]

Do you chide him so on his being Tempered by Hydealyn.

[crystallinelore]

The gifts she granted him have been of use to me, have they not?

[are you really pushing this angle g'raha? please.]

[firstworldproblem]

[Indeed.]

Oh, please. Prattling on like that. 'Tis not the Primals you have an issue with.

[crystallinelore]

I do in truth have issues with them. But obviously I am also none too fond of you.

[he sighs.]

There are also clear reasons for my being untrustworthy. Implying otherwise simply adds to the list. However, I do not see why distrusting each other necessarily discounts the possibility of working together.

[firstworldproblem]

If there want naught a possibility, this exchange would have gone very differently.

[Taps his knuckles to his chin.]

You've dangled a true opportunity before me. One I would not have guessed would have even been a possibility. Should we succeed, it would be truly a path of lesser bloodshed.

Yet, here I hesitate when I should be stepping forward.