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[A peaceful melody played on a panpipe can be heard through the journal, or by anyone who happens to be passing by House 52 this afternoon. Veteran residents may recognize this particular tune as one that Martel played on occassion during her stay in Luceti, but to Mithos it is simply the song his sister would play to comfort him all those many, many years ago. Even now, it remains a source of comfort, one of the ways in which he can remember Martel. He can feel her presence beside him as he sits beneath a tree at the edge of the woods behind the house. Outside, despite the chill. Martel's music was never meant to be contained by walls, just as her soul and his memories of her were never meant to be contained by death.

Recieving his sister's panpipe (yes, the very same one, even though it had been broken when last seen) has been the first good thing to happen in quite some time. It is like a reminder not to give up -- Martel still needs him.

Mithos is entirely unaware that the journal is recording him, thus replies to any voice responses (or written responses) will occur last chronologically. Just for clarification.]

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[His handwriting continues to have a rushed appearance to it, fueled by all the negative emotions seeping from him.]

Do you think I care? Were your comrades killed by people you thought you could trust?

[She smiles, shifting one pot to the stove.]

I like hearing about amazing people. And if you love her as much as you do, she had to have been that very thing; you can't blame me for wanting to know more about someone like that, can you?

[And it was true. Sayo loved hearing about extraordinary people—of course, her definition of extraordinary is beyond broad, but even so... it makes her curious.

And besides, she knows it's something he loves dearly, therefore something he would fondly speak of. Sayo was just relieved to know Mithos was capable of fondness.]

[Their comrades - they'd thought - and lovers; the protectors of Earth just as they were. Suddenly, it had been war, and all had died. The single word, in absence of anything more, perhaps suggests she knows that pain.]

[Her behavior is curious. Who apologizes to an enemy? That's what they are to each other. Mithos scowls at her comment. Why does everyone insist upon cloying into his precious memories of his sister? Don't they realize they are completely unwelcome?]

Why are you apologizing? You already destroyed Martel, everything I worked for, everything she wished for.

[Actually, yes he can blame you, Sayo.]

You don't deserve to know anything about Martel. [Why should he share his precious sister with anyone in this filthy world? The happiness she brings is reserved for him alone.]

.....Another prying human, intruding where such filth doesn't belong.

[Oh don't mind him, he's just talking to himself.]

[The remark catches him off guard. How can someone infer that just from listening to the song? It's like she can read his thoughts, his heart, and he doesn't like that at all. It makes him feel so...vulnerable.]

[...well I never :|] Excuse me?

....My sister. [His reply is hesitant, extremely mistrustful of whoever is on the other end.]

[Mithos will be playing a different song by the time Emil nears, another one Martel used to play for him. His eyes are closed as he plays the new melody, this one resounding with an air of hopefulness. It so perfectly suits his sister. Just as the tune carries hope, so too will he continue to carry her hopes and dreams. Focused deeply on his memories of Martel, he won't notice when the other boy approaches.]

You all insist on intruding in my memories of my sister. You aren't welcome.

[That isn't the answer he expected. She isn't supposed to have gone through anything similar. How can she think that her suffering is equal to his own? There is no possible way anyone has felt the same pain as he: losing his sister to selfish humans who couldn't accept those who are different, then striving to return to life and create their own world free from discrimination, only to be betrayed by his supposed companions and lose Martel all over again.]

How could you possibly understand anything about me? [His default response. Close his heart to anyone actually willing to reach out to him. Ignore the part of him that desperately wants to be understood, the same part of him that longs for acceptance.]

[That was her, all the time her mind was suppressed in the Dark Kingdom and all she knew was that darkness, and her own petty spite magnified to make it seem justified to become the one preying on her own comrades.

And that was what broke everything: Her own actions, under that brainwashing and control. She was healed, but not forgiven; cleansed but not returned. That's how she knows what she's about to say next.]

Could it be you're that angry because you've been lonely so long?

[And she would not blame him one bit for that mistrust. She feels the same way about the villagers to some extent, and though their situations are different, she can relate to somewhat.]

I'm sorry if I'm assuming things, but... you haven't seen her in a while, have you? [Judging on the amount of sadness she hears.]

Edited 2010-12-29 07:11 (UTC)

Well then maybe you shouldn't have let the song broadcast to the whole village.

[He stares at the page for a long time after she writes that. Lonely? Of course he's lonely. The only person he values, the only person he can trust, hasn't been alive in more than 4000 years.

But...

Somehow, the implications run beyond that. Which he can't understand, because why would he need anyone beside Martel?]

I'm angry because the world refused to accept my sister. Because arrogant humans refused to accept the better world she envisioned. Because the world and the filth inhabiting it refused to allow us happiness.

If you want to tell me about it, I'll listen to you.

["A while" is an understatement. Anger and bitterness course through every word he speaks next.]

She was murdered a long time ago. The world couldn't accept her simply because she is a half-elf. But whose fault is that? Who would ask to be born with such cursed blood?

[She knows that anger and bitterness all too well, it was something she experienced every time she lost a loved one in her fourteen years of life. Different worlds, different species. They were both descriminated against all the same.]

You tell me, they're all cowards who refuse to live together peacefully. They always have to feel superior when they feel threatened.

[Well he can't argue with that logic, and he knows it. So instead he grits his teeth out of frustration.]

Clearly it wasn't intended for your undeserving ears.

Then maybe next time you'll be more careful. Seriously, learn to at least take a compliment even if it was a total accident.

[He doesn't know this person, but her words mirror his own thoughts and it makes it easy to forget that he is in fact speaking to another person. It almost sounds as if he's talking to himself instead...]

People fear that which is different from themselves, and that fear turns into hatred. They discriminate against those difference to make themselves feel superior. How...disgustingly foolish. [And how hypocritical of him. He does the same exact thing. Humans discriminated against him, so he returned their hatred. It was the only way to protect his heart. Is that his fault, for being unable to stand the pain of constant loathing?]

Edited 2010-12-29 08:56 (UTC)

What makes you think I want compliments from a human? [Or...anyone, for that matter. With the obvious exception of Martel.]

[Rise's making her way out of the house and to the Welcome Centre- as per her usual routine each afternoon- but she pauses at the sound of the melody from next door. My, Mithos, a musician? She didn't know.

So she'll pick her way through the flower pots that adorn the garden (not many things grow in winter, so there's no colour anyway amidst all the white) to cross over to House 52's own garden and well, just listen. With a slight headtilt.

Dear good neighbour, how do you do?]

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