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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[bakedapple]

Alice.

[ Link's mental intrusion is quiet, gentle. This is a difficult topic for the Meridian — he's well aware of that himself. But there's an element here that too many of them either fail to grasp, or have refused to believe from the beginning. ]

Our worlds are already gone. They aren't striving to exist. Even if the Meridian wins, you wouldn't simply be going back to someplace that's waiting for you to return.

These worlds the Oracle is showing us... from what I understand, they aren't right. Each of them so far has been different somehow from the place it's supposed to be.

The Oracle... it's showing us these places. They aren't our homes.

[a_noble_flame]

[The usual fire in her communion banks low now. Her mental image wavers.]

I knew that they weren't right, yes.

[Her tone is soft and saddened as his is quiet and gentle. It didn't take a lot to tell her that. She was a jinba in Hayame's world for goodness sake. Maybe traveling to other worlds did that to you but she somehow doubted it logically.]

I haven't pretended they were the worlds we left. I haven't even seen my own yet.

[There's a sharpness to those last words. The flames of her communion, banked and warm and typically inviting spike high in the moment. They near devour the mental image of herself, tracing out her fuzzy outline but spread nowhere else.]

You come and talk of mercy for broken worlds and claim they are already gone. Then show me! Show me the empty gaps where those worlds should be! Show me their broken pieces! SHOW ME.

[She is thunderous in this moment. For once since she arrived Alice Malvin is angry.]

I can accept the fact that both you and Drizzt and others on your side have good intentions and are following the code of your own justice but you apply your justice unequally. From Emperor to civilian my justice is equal and neutral. I won't kill based on your word or anyone else's.

[bakedapple]

[ ...whoa. That definitely wasn't what he was expecting. And he's really not sure what she's talking about when she accuses him of "applying his justice inequally" — he didn't say anything about justice. Does that have something to do with Drizzt, maybe?

In any case, he doesn't answer. Link is not one to argue with someone stating their resolve so bluntly. If that's how she feels, then it is what it is. ]