imatreenow | six [action/voice]

[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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[There's something hauntingly familiar about that song-- he feels like he's heard it before somewhere, long, long ago. So when he hears it over the journals, he can't help but take off in search of the source, hoping that maybe, just maybe, they'll be able to explain why he knows the tune, or that they have some sort of connection to him.]

[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.]

[Emil won't interrupt him at first, just wanting to listen to the song that's somehow so familiar. Rather, he'll take a seat on a nearby stump to enjoy it. That hopefulness is rubbing off a little even on him, and he wants to hear more... he may not have any clear memories of it, but the feelings it invokes in him are comfortable, nostalgic.]

[The song is finished, but Mithos' eyes remain closed for a few moments afterward, the expression on his face an odd mixture of contentment, longing, and sadness. Finally, he sighs quietly and forces himself to open his eyes.]

[When he sees the other boy, his body instantly tenses and his expression hardens. He remembers this boy - the one who stupidly believed in friends, in relying on others. Mithos hopes that a simple glare will send him the message: why are you here?]

[There's no misinterpreting that glare. Emil shrinks back, looking apologetic. Definitely not as planned...]

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you... I just wanted to know where that song was coming from.

[He's already standing up - he doesn't trust anyone enough to be sitting down, unguarded, around them.]

If you "don't mean to bother", then don't intrude when I'm in the middle of important matters.

B-but I felt like I knew that song somehow, and--

[Oh, that just won't do. He quickly snaps back--] How do you know my sister's song?

I don't know! That's why I wanted to find out who was playing it so that I could ask them about it.

Martel used to play this song for me. You shouldn't know it! You don't deserve to.

Martel...

[He remembers the Martel who was here, but there's another memory, very faint, somewhere in the back of his mind where he can't quite grasp it.]

You know my sister? You? [This isn't what he wants to think about now: that Martel had been here before, that he had missed her by hardly any time at all. Here he is, reflecting on memories of his sister, and that horribly frustrating thought is wedged into his brain, cleaving through everything else.]

Um, sort of. We spoke a few times the last time she was here, but we didn't really know each other that well.

[Fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately), Emil has no idea what's going through Mithos' mind at this moment, hence why his answer is an honest one.]

You didn't deserve to know her at all. What use has she for such filth?

F-filth? Me?

Yes, you. [Uh oh, taking a few steps toward you Emil.] I've waited thousands of years to see my sister, working endlessly toward the day when she'd return to my side, yet someone as worthless as you had that opportunity instead.

[... and backing up a little.]

I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean... I didn't know about that. I wasn't the one who sent her home... I'm sorry.

[Continuing to advance.]

Mere apologies can't bring Martel back!

I didn't do anything to her, I swear!

[Oh, Emil...that isn't the point.]

I should have been here with Martel! I'm the one who protected her when everyone else turned their backs! I'm the one who loves her more than anyone else! I'm the only one who deserves to share a world with Martel!

Deserves to... w-wait, who said anything about deserving or sharing a world? Why can't we all share the world with each other? If we start trying to decide who's worthy and who isn't, that makes us no better than the people who discriminate against half-elves just because of how they were born!

[Laugh, and not one of those jolly ones. Not even close.] Don't be stupid! Do you really think that humans, that anyone, will ever learn to share anything? They didn't share the world with half-elves. We never had anywhere to call home.

Why should such disgusting, selfish creatures deserve anything?

I don't know what things were like back then, but it's different now. Sure, some people are still scared of half-elves - even I was at first until I met Richter and Raine and Genis - but more people are realizing that they're just like us, and that there's nothing to be afraid of. It may take a while, but people can learn, and that's why I can't just give up on them like that!

[So he knows Raine and Genis too. And...hadn’t he also known Mithos’ name? Who...?]

How long should I wait? Is 4000 years not enough? People didn’t change at all in that time; they never will.

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[Action] ...baw I'm sorry Emil

[Action] SO MEAN, MITHOS.

[Action] what are you talking about he's a bundle of sunshine

[Action] sunshine through a magnifying glass, maybe

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