DIRECTED TO MERIDIAN, OPEN TO ALL.

[twohand]

[ In the midst of the Advocate's beginnings, perhaps a few world adventures in ( ignore pax's belated posting in that case ), there is a quiet presence that coalesces within the minds of all. An Advocate, dusk-skinned and thoughtful as he addresses all present. Even his voice is morose, a little saddened by what he has taken notice of — though that is mostly on behalf of Meridian. He cannot imagine what it must feel like, to look upon something familiar and have it not be exactly what they want. ]

They're dying. These worlds — they're already lost, they're torn up and left in pieces, they're dreams of what was; please don't make them suffer when you can bring them a gentle end. Even if you fight to restore them in the long run, choosing to save them now is torturous. It is asking someone with a terminal illness to fight on, when they ought to be given the ability to rest.

[ He sounds like he is pleading with the Meri, a call not to stand so firmly with their impossible desire to restore all that they make such a glaring mistake. ]

All things have a right to live, I agree. But, all those same things also should have a dignified end. I am only asking that you understand this, and choose to help us give what is left of these worlds the ending that I wish our worlds could have had.

This time, please... just this time. I am asking on their behalf, for all to choose a difficult thing — but, the thing that only we now have the power to do for them.

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[a_noble_flame]

[He stands politely in reach and Alice's fuzzy mental image of herself seems to take this as unspoken allowance. The hand placed on his shoulder then is as fuzzy as the rest of her but the warmth she tries to impart is real enough.]

Believe me when I say I will keep all of your words in mind, Drizzt.

[Her tone dips soft and a little sorrowful.]

If I could I would prefer none of us fight as we are. We could strive for our worlds and make this one better for all of us. One doesn't need to preclude the other. I want to offer my hands out to everyone so we can all strive together. Keep that in mind as well.

[twohand]

[ There is a soul-deep exhaustion in him, now. As if his young, young life has seen too much strife and turmoil for him to bear at times — companions who have died, homes that he has lost and been taken from, even his own life forfeited to the natural end all warriors come to have: a bloody, lonely one. He fights and fights, still. He has to.

Gently, he finds the impression of her warmth and holds it to himself. As if cupping a mote of sunlight against the dark bridge of his nose, closing eyes that would be burned and pained to look upon even the sweet rays of dusk. ]

I, too, wish that our choices were not so opposed, Alice. Meridian's dream is a wonderful one, one that I would have once embraced — if not for Oblivion. I want to move forward together... and that means saving you from returning your soul to it. Saving these people, too.

[ It's clear he truly, vibrantly believes that, too. That he is coming from a place of impossible kindness, and hates himself for voicing such an "evil" thought to the world. ]

Please keep my intentions, not my shameful inarticulateness of them, in your mind. I would cherish your help and understanding.