Ikaris straightens from his slump a little, his blue eyes sharpening and looking more closely at Sersi. Realising, in one jarring moment, that they had both been at Knowhere recently. He had heard about the Christmas celebration, but had missed it by mere weeks.
To think that they had been so close. They had been ships in the night, almost crossing paths.
He tries to rein in his spiraling attention span, lasering it in to her question instead. He makes a thoughtful noise in the back of his throat.
“Difficult,” he says, honestly. “Our entire purpose — our life, our existence — was to serve the Celestials. And now we’ve killed one. Now, its corpse rears out of the Earth’s mantle. Now, I find other corpses, and the people living inside it don’t even care about the dead god. It implies that everything I cared about was meaningless.”
He looks down into his drink. “But everything you cared about still persists. So, then, I don’t regret my choice at the end. To help kill it.”
At the end of all things, it turns out, he would ultimately still choose her over his duty.
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To think that they had been so close. They had been ships in the night, almost crossing paths.
He tries to rein in his spiraling attention span, lasering it in to her question instead. He makes a thoughtful noise in the back of his throat.
“Difficult,” he says, honestly. “Our entire purpose — our life, our existence — was to serve the Celestials. And now we’ve killed one. Now, its corpse rears out of the Earth’s mantle. Now, I find other corpses, and the people living inside it don’t even care about the dead god. It implies that everything I cared about was meaningless.”
He looks down into his drink. “But everything you cared about still persists. So, then, I don’t regret my choice at the end. To help kill it.”
At the end of all things, it turns out, he would ultimately still choose her over his duty.
He would always choose her.