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[seaboard]

You count me so? My Lady I cannot know whatever I did to have such high regard, but I thank you. I hope I shall never do anything to cause you to think less of me.

[desolation]

In truth, you remind me of a friend that I once held very dear.

Actually, it was for that very reason that a part of me was wary of you at the start. I have found in my experiences that those who proclaim good intentions are often false with their own selfish intentions.

But there is honest good in you, Gilia. And I have found myself surprised to be in such awe of it.

[seaboard]

I hardly know what to say, save that I cannot be so great as all that and I promise that is not false humility.

But I will always endeavour to be worthy of your high regard, Lady Morgana, but I must confess I do not know if I am good of heart, only that I thought... I suppose I thought the world and all its people should be happier, I always imagined, if we but tried to give kindness freely, and their happiness would be a merry thing to see and have in life.

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I once had such beliefs, that the power of kindness could do so much to spread the possibility of happiness.

But I fear that my experiences where I am from, with whom I was raised, left a great poison in me which I do not believe could ever fully be cured. Still, it is in my time here that I have found perhaps there is no need to drown myself in cruelty as I once thought myself solely capable of.

[seaboard]

[ It is probable, that her answer is predictable: that she cannot bear to hear such a thing has happened to someone she cares for. That the world seems so resolved to do it.

That she would rail against it - perhaps in only this small way. Not violently or with great acts like another would. But the way she knows how too. ]

That is not right, my lady, not at all that such a thing has happened to you. I hope I can soothe those wounds, if I may. Even for a little while, even if you wish to forget it later. I know it shall not make it better, what has passed, but I would do all that I may to give you such warmth as you deserve and should always have had.

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[ it's strange to approach this with such honesty now, but in her year within this city, not counting the time in which she'd return to her own world, only to face on her own death, her mind has been witness to other possibilities, connections with others that she thought impossible. ]

For the things I have done, I don't believe I'm deserving of warmth. But the humanity that lingers in me has me crave it all the same.

You have already done much for me with even little, dear Gilia. You have reminded me of what goodness could appear like in another and I greatly hope I can see that it is preserved in you and not ever lost as it has been with me.

[seaboard]

A heart that has been hurt deserves such things, all the warmth in the world. To help it remember that there is good in it.

I do not know if I shall always be good. I know life... life is not kind, and I have been taught thusly of its contrition since I came here. But I can promise that I shall always endeavour to give my heart kindly as I may while I can.

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And what of a heart that has done so much hurt in return? Can one such heart still be so deserving?

[seaboard]

Does that heart still seek to do harm? Because if seeks kindness, then redemption should always be possible.

At least that is what I shall always believe to be true.

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That heart is still so uncertain of what it seeks.

There is still plenty of anger in it that I don't believe can be fully extinguished. And yet still -

This heart has learned what it is to be in love. And so, yes, I do think there is a place for learning kindness.

[seaboard]

If there is forgiveness for my own heart, when the anger took my right actions, then surely it should be for you.

I know your heart will be ever boundless, when you are ready to give such. I will remind you of it as often as you need, when you cannot remember.

[desolation]

Then perhaps I will be in need of your reminders much more than you may realize.

[seaboard]

Then I will tell you every day, my lady. Until I have not breath in my body, I promise you.

[desolation]

You devote yourself to such trouble so easily, sweet darling.

[seaboard]

It is honest work, and I have always had a love of it, so it is seems simple to give you my love too.

[desolation]

No one has ever described giving me love as simple.

[seaboard]

No?

I can try to be mischievous if you like that too? Leave little queer poems for you to decipher and then pretend I never wrote them. Give you lovers tokens and not admit where they came from. Or truly devious, I can send a bard to compose a song to your grand beauty, but never let anyone ever sing it.

[Very sneaky and devipus and convoluted, fear her.]