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[empyrean_mirror]

Type: Video
Sender ID: paradisaea (Kaveh)
To: so, so public
Subject: important question!!!
Warnings: Alcoholism and the chaos gays probably in the comments somewhere.

[Kaveh is laying at on a couch in his home, sprawled bonelessly across it, and he's clearly flushed. Given he's staring despondently up at the ceiling and not directly at the camera, this is not because he's having a good time.]

Hey...how are you s'posed to convince people y'care about them? [Kaveh laughs a bit, bitterly.] I'm clearly doing it wrong.

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[encoreinthedeep]

[ It's a little surprising to meet someone who can understand this sentiment - or at least meet them this soon. Ulpianus has seen others in his time on land, but he's also seen many more people who never gave thought to the continuity of mankind - sometimes through no fault of their own, barely managing to survive day to day, but sometimes out of wilful ignorance and laziness. ]

Then you should.

[ Translation from autism whalespeak: "I think that's a beautiful conviction and I wish you luck". ]

Your land is lucky to have you, young one.

[empyrean_mirror]

It'd be arrogant of me to agree. [Kaveh says, but there's no bitterness to it. He does not do this for the accolades, not for the fame nor fortune nor any reason other than to create is a joyous and holy act, a compulsion he cannot ignore.]

It is the land that has been fertile soil for me to grow--if I can leave on it a lighthouse to shine a path for those yet to come, then I am the one who is grateful.

[encoreinthedeep]

I do not give empty praise. Your conviction should be shared by all, but it is no less admirable for that.

[ It really makes him think of Aegir - a nation where each and every person is meant to flourish, to give life to their ideals, big or small, and thus make their homeland even more beautiful.

But it also makes bitterness twist in his chest. How many Aegirians who loved their home just as much can no longer do anything for it? How many will never be able to do anything for it? The lights of how many cities, designed by architects just as passionate, have gone out? Are there buildings left at all, or have they all become nothing more than Seaborn's spawning grounds?

He exhales a bit more sharply than normal and cuts off his thoughts right there. There is no use in thinking about it, and his own conviction doesn't need any reinforcement. ]

... Your husband should be returning soon. Talk to him. Perhaps about the past, perhaps about your hope for the future. Never let go of it.

[ He'll hang up now, that's One Too Many Emotions (one (1)) for the day! ]