The first night he spent in Welgaia, Genis expected Mithos would visit him again a few hours later, between his meal and when he decided to sleep again. But he didn't. And he didn't visit the next morning or the one after that. It was hard to even tell when one day ended and another began, though he guessed, if he observed how the comet rotated and the planet came into view again, he could have a decent estimate.
By the end of the first week, he started doing that and measuring out the days. He didn't have much better to do. He could play kendama to chase away the silence for only so long, and talking to the angels was meaningless. No matter what he tried to say, there was never anything in the way of conversation. And asking about Mithos never got him anywhere; they probably knew as little as he did. They came and left and brought him food all by Mithos's orders. They weren't really capable of thinking past that.
So he stopped trying to talk to them. Even if Raine and Marble couldn't answer him, he felt like they understood him. He sat in the lab, knees tucked beneath his chin, and talked to them day after day. He explained and apologized and explained again - just in case they weren't really clear on what he was doing - and when he couldn't do that anymore, he talked about the past. Their souls were in pieces, but maybe remembering their lives would put them back together. Talking about the good times and the bad times, about how they met Chocolat and how she defended him and Raine when they returned to Iselia.
It was...sort of nice. He knew all he was looking at were stone shards suspended in mana, but he still liked to imagine they were there. He missed them—and he made sure to tell them that, too.
After three weeks, though, the one he missed the most was Mithos. He really started to wonder about him. All the food was starting to lose its flavor, and he wondered if something happened to him while he was away. Maybe he tried to take Colette, and Lloyd and the others cut him down and left him to die. He'd never know. The angels would never know. No-one knew where he was. They might not care where he was anymore after everything that happened. He was a traitor. Derris-Kharlan was still tethered to the planet, but one day, it might start drifting away. He might be waiting here for years until he lost his soul, too. If that happened, he should free Raine and Marble first.
But he couldn't make himself do it. He rested his cheek on his knees as he stared blankly at the mana running through the tubes to feed them. He'd wait. He'd wait as long as it took. Mithos had to come back. There was no way he could be completely alone now.
And when he began to doubt that, he heard the door behind him open. Genis nearly jumped as he spun around to face him, staring up at his friend like he just saw a ghost.
"Mithos! You're back!" he exclaimed as he clamored to his feet. "Where were you?!"
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Date: 2016-01-04 11:13 pm (UTC)By the end of the first week, he started doing that and measuring out the days. He didn't have much better to do. He could play kendama to chase away the silence for only so long, and talking to the angels was meaningless. No matter what he tried to say, there was never anything in the way of conversation. And asking about Mithos never got him anywhere; they probably knew as little as he did. They came and left and brought him food all by Mithos's orders. They weren't really capable of thinking past that.
So he stopped trying to talk to them. Even if Raine and Marble couldn't answer him, he felt like they understood him. He sat in the lab, knees tucked beneath his chin, and talked to them day after day. He explained and apologized and explained again - just in case they weren't really clear on what he was doing - and when he couldn't do that anymore, he talked about the past. Their souls were in pieces, but maybe remembering their lives would put them back together. Talking about the good times and the bad times, about how they met Chocolat and how she defended him and Raine when they returned to Iselia.
It was...sort of nice. He knew all he was looking at were stone shards suspended in mana, but he still liked to imagine they were there. He missed them—and he made sure to tell them that, too.
After three weeks, though, the one he missed the most was Mithos. He really started to wonder about him. All the food was starting to lose its flavor, and he wondered if something happened to him while he was away. Maybe he tried to take Colette, and Lloyd and the others cut him down and left him to die. He'd never know. The angels would never know. No-one knew where he was. They might not care where he was anymore after everything that happened. He was a traitor. Derris-Kharlan was still tethered to the planet, but one day, it might start drifting away. He might be waiting here for years until he lost his soul, too. If that happened, he should free Raine and Marble first.
But he couldn't make himself do it. He rested his cheek on his knees as he stared blankly at the mana running through the tubes to feed them. He'd wait. He'd wait as long as it took. Mithos had to come back. There was no way he could be completely alone now.
And when he began to doubt that, he heard the door behind him open. Genis nearly jumped as he spun around to face him, staring up at his friend like he just saw a ghost.
"Mithos! You're back!" he exclaimed as he clamored to his feet. "Where were you?!"