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Wanderer rolls his hand in the air while sighing exasperatedly.
Surprised by the sudden question, Aether blinks owlishly. "Following you? The path only goes down one way." He glances at Wanderer with an arched eyebrow.
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ㅤ"Why are you following me?"
Wanderer rolls his hand in the air while sighing exasperatedly.
ㅤ"Why are you following me?"
Realizing that this is as much as he can get around Wanderer's walls, Aether sighs. He falls into step beside Wanderer, keeping a respectable distance between them as an uncomfortable silence falls. There's no other path he can follow into the city anyway, he's stuck with the awkwardness.
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He offers a curt nod before turning around to leave.
ㅤ"Why are you following me?"
He offers a curt nod before turning around to leave.
Aether chuckles dryly. "Yeah, I didn't expect anything else." It is hard to tell if he feels hurt by Wanderer's dismissive attitude. Luckily for Aether, his connection to the puppet isn't too deep, greatly sparing his feelings.
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ㅤ"Why should I bother?"
He offers a curt nod before turning around to leave.
ㅤ"Why should I bother?"
"It's not a secret," Aether shrugs. He is unsure to what extent that might be a lie. It's true that people don't ask about his past too often, but he doesn't freely talk about it either. "Besides, you are not really interested in knowing me, or are you?"
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Wanderer clicks his tongue in annoyance.
ㅤ"You've seen all of my past, and in reality, I barely know you."
ㅤ"Why should I bother?"
Wanderer clicks his tongue in annoyance.
ㅤ"You've seen all of my past, and in reality, I barely know you."
He had witnessed the collapse of his homeworld many years ago, the detonator that started their journey as space travelers. He's not immortal, but it seems, in some worlds, he far exceeds the life span of other mortal beings. There was no way of knowing his real age anymore
"It really is not."
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He looks away, the weight of centuries weighing on his shoulders, even if he’d never admit it. For a moment, he feels a flicker of comprehension towards the traveler. How old is the outlander really? 600 might cut it short.
Wanderer clicks his tongue in annoyance.
ㅤ"You've seen all of my past, and in reality, I barely know you."
He looks away, the weight of centuries weighing on his shoulders, even if he’d never admit it. For a moment, he feels a flicker of comprehension towards the traveler. How old is the outlander really? 600 might cut it short.
He playfully rolls his eyes, but there's a hint of relief in his tone. "Hey, I still look really young." He pauses, studying Wanderer with newfound curiosity. "And you're not much younger than me."
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ㅤ"Wow, you are a total grandpa in human years."
He shrugs, trying to maintain his aloof facade.
He looks away, the weight of centuries weighing on his shoulders, even if he’d never admit it. For a moment, he feels a flicker of comprehension towards the traveler. How old is the outlander really? 600 might cut it short.
ㅤ"Wow, you are a total grandpa in human years."
He shrugs, trying to maintain his aloof facade.
Aether can't help but chuckle at Wanderer's attempt at humor, despite the gravity of the situation. "Midlife crisis? I'm barely six hundred and something."
For a moment, the bleakness eases, replaced by a tentative connection with the puppet.
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ㅤ"Sounds like you're having a midlife crisis, minus the luxury of actually being middle-aged." He attempts to lighten the mood with a sarcastic remark. He's really bad at the whole human feelings thing after all.
ㅤ"Wow, you are a total grandpa in human years."
He shrugs, trying to maintain his aloof facade.
ㅤ"Sounds like you're having a midlife crisis, minus the luxury of actually being middle-aged." He attempts to lighten the mood with a sarcastic remark. He's really bad at the whole human feelings thing after all.
The traveler winces at Wanderer's harsh assessment. "Fair enough." He runs a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his tense posture. "I'm stranded here, my only kin has turned her back against me. The reason behind my journey is now practically meaningless."
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ㅤ"Sounds like you're having a midlife crisis, minus the luxury of actually being middle-aged." He attempts to lighten the mood with a sarcastic remark. He's really bad at the whole human feelings thing after all.
Aether shakes his head, a fake smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "It was never my intention to 'save the world'. Although, I cannot sit idly while people are suffering around me... What concept do you really have of me?"
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"Maybe." He hesitates, the word hanging between them like a fragile thread. "I'm just tired of getting caught up in everyone's problems." His voice is quieter now, almost to himself. "Or trying to run after someone who doesn't want to be found."
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He genuinely thinks Wanderer is the last person he should relay his troubles on. Their... 'mutual trust' is fragile and too recent to be safe. Aether decided that a shallow answer is best.
"I'm merely rethinking my journey."
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Looking down at his feet, Aether struggles to find the right words. How does he explain the confusing jumble of feelings that have been building inside him? Although he doubts Wanderer cares about his feelings to begin with.
"Telling you wouldn't change a thing."
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Quickly pulling his hand back, Aether holds it close to his chest. "I don't know what came over me..." He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. It seems his emotional turmoil is affecting his decision making. It's not like him to be like this.
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Before Wanderer can take another step, Aether reaches out instinctively, grabbing his wrist to halt his retreat. "Wait!" The words tumble out before he can stop them, surprising even himself.
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Startled, Aether takes a step back, blinking rapidly as he tries to process the sudden confrontation. He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, feeling a bit guilty for causing such a reaction. "Didn't mean to run into you like that. Sorry about that."
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Wanderer growls as he turns around to glare. Of course the person he bumps into just happens to be Aether.
His expression turns cold, his eyes flashing with irritation. "Figures it would be you, out of all people. Can't you watch where you're going?"
Wanderer growls as he turns around to glare. Of course the person he bumps into just happens to be Aether.
His expression turns cold, his eyes flashing with irritation. "Figures it would be you, out of all people. Can't you watch where you're going?"
After everything that has been going on during his journey lately, he finds himself lost in thought more often than not. He should probably stop getting so distracted while walking down the street though, since it has caused him to bump into a few passerbys already.
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Wanderer growls as he turns around to glare. Of course the person he bumps into just happens to be Aether.
His expression turns cold, his eyes flashing with irritation. "Figures it would be you, out of all people. Can't you watch where you're going?"
Of course, he cannot avoid them forever, though.
Of course, he cannot avoid them forever, though.
ㅤ"If you need me, I'll be off doing something worthwhile with my time."
With that, he starts walking away, leaving Aether alone by the campfire.
His shoulders slump in defeat, a rare sight for the normally energetic traveler. "Fair enough. Guess I shouldn't expect sympathy from you, huh?" He picks up a random blade of grass, plucking it out from the ground. "Just figured I'd mention it, since you asked."
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He tips the rim of his hat down, shielding his face away, clearly stating he's not available to listen to whatever drama the traveler has going on.
ㅤ"If you need me, I'll be off doing something worthwhile with my time."
With that, he starts walking away, leaving Aether alone by the campfire.
He tips the rim of his hat down, shielding his face away, clearly stating he's not available to listen to whatever drama the traveler has going on.
"Oh, it's going just peachy," Aether shoots Wanderer a side glance, his expression unreadable. "That's why I'm sitting here, contemplating the meaninglessness of existence with a former enemy." He lets out a humorless laugh, tossing the stick aside.
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He tips the rim of his hat down, shielding his face away, clearly stating he's not available to listen to whatever drama the traveler has going on.
With a sigh, he nods. "You're not wrong there." He pokes at the fire with a stick, watching the sparks fly. Usually, he would state otherwise, but after what has been going on lately in his journey, he doesn't have the strength disagree.
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Aether hums, considering Wanderer's words. Perhaps there's truth to them, even if the delivery is as abrasive as ever. "It seems to be a theme in this world, huh."
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ㅤ"Ridiculous? No, just honest." He leans back, stretching languidly like a cat basking in the sun. "Which is more than I can say for most people."
ㅤ"Ridiculous? No, just honest." He leans back, stretching languidly like a cat basking in the sun. "Which is more than I can say for most people."
Aether shakes his head, chuckling softly. "You're ridiculous, you know that?" He reaches up, running a hand over his braid self-consciously. Even if Wanderer throws the word 'pretty' in the sentence, Aether feels he's being laughed at.
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ㅤ"Ridiculous? No, just honest." He leans back, stretching languidly like a cat basking in the sun. "Which is more than I can say for most people."
Aether laughs, the sound rich and warm despite Wanderer's try at animosity. "Braid my hair? Please, as if I'd trust you near my head." Despite his words, there's a playful glint in his amber eyes, a far cry from the hostility he usually holds when looking at Wanderer.
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Aether rolls his eyes, a habit he's developed specifically for dealing with Wanderer. "As if I'd ever mistake your 'tolerance' for anything else." He scoffs, crossing his arms defensively.
"And do you have any issues with my hair now?"
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He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "But don't think for a second that means I've gone soft."