[ Siffrin's eye glows as his hand raises out of habit, flipping through the small gallery of images he'd saved. The one he sends to Sampo is of a windowsill, where three things once sat: a somewhat misshapen paper crane, a black cat bearing a white face, socks, and hat all the same, and a similarly monochrome flower perched in a vase facing outside. ]
I'm a traveller, too, after all. So... he probably had some idea, even if, um. It wasn't exactly that. Maybe. Little things... matter, to us.
[ They'd decided to deal with Sampo on behalf of him, after all. They'd done their best to settle tempers and keep everyone in good spirits despite their dislike of the limelight and poor resolution skills. They'd helped to put together a cauldron born of Elysium's mind, even if no one would ever know. There's a lot that could tell that aggravating bird how much he meant to Siffrin, which is embarrassing anyway. ]
[Travelers attract travelers. The Trailblaze has its followers even in other universes, even if he knows Siffrin would have never heard the name of Akivili. Little things matter - of course they do. He knows it well. From the Trailblazer, from Elysium.]
You still are, aren't you. No matter how many friends you make... No matter how close you become to your family members... It isn't like it lasts. People go.
You can't follow.) ]
... I'm used to being alone. I spent most of my time traveling that way. It's still new to have companions, even if I traveled with my family members for a few months before being here.
[ It doesn't erase the decade Siffrin spent on their own, sometimes meeting others from their forgotten island and
what, running from them? The taste of a baked good spoiled because of it -- because it brings him back to that moment, unable to help someone, unable to help himself. ]
You helped. With him, I mean. I saw a lot of faces I wouldn't have, because of you. He wasn't so lonely.
[To be given some form of "normalcy", in the form of a companion. Someone to dance with him at the end of the world. Someone who would dispose of his body.]
[Was that a blessing, or a curse?]
...All I really was trying to do was make him happy. [A beat.] Same goes for all travelers like you. I mean, I guess...you all deserve to find some form of happiness on such a long journey.
[ One wonders indeed. He doesn't respond at first, playing with his glass of wine and taking small sips from it.
... One wonders, indeed. ]
... Do you think... someone who makes all of the right choices, and those choices end with someone else smiling... is happy themselves?
[ It seems
both pointed, and not, because Siffrin's merely thinking of his own experiences. Whether they align to Elysium or Sampo himself is none of his concern. ]
Um, the happiness. Nice... for a while, and pretty to see. You can do a lot with it too. Since it comes from water, it's pretty fluid too.
[ So that happiness can look like a different things to others, maybe even sturdy in its own way... like an igloo, and Siffrin struggles to put it into words as he tips the wine glass further back this time. ]
... No matter how solidly you pack it, or how everlasting it seems... it'll dirty, melt, and disappear. That kind of thing.
[Now his voice feels much more steady, his tone more serious than maybe he even means it to be.]
Happiness really isn't like that. Not true happiness, anyways. I think when people think happiness is fleeting, that's...not real elation, y'know? They say there's a god out there whose laugh rings alllllll around the universe. THEY'RE still laughing until the end of time, no matter the ups and downs of life.
[He shakes his head - maybe he's a little in denial, who knows? But no. He can't accept fleeting pleasure. He won't have the idea of something that can't last.]
Instead, Siffrin's smile widens and his eye closes. His tone remains light and soft, even while the thought of his manufactured happiness rots him from the inside. ]
I think you have a wonderful point of view, Sampo. As long as you think like that, you couldn't have made Elysium's life any worse, right?
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[Yes, Elysium would've made fun of him. He was a bastard. A horrible little bird. A thorn in one's side.]
[A flower to mean something so special...yeah, even if he had made fun of it, he would've treasured it, no matter what.]
[And now he's gone.]
That sounds like a lovely gesture, Siffrin. I'm sure he appreciated it.
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[ Siffrin's eye glows as his hand raises out of habit, flipping through the small gallery of images he'd saved. The one he sends to Sampo is of a windowsill, where three things once sat: a somewhat misshapen paper crane, a black cat bearing a white face, socks, and hat all the same, and a similarly monochrome flower perched in a vase facing outside. ]
I'm a traveller, too, after all. So... he probably had some idea, even if, um. It wasn't exactly that. Maybe. Little things... matter, to us.
[ They'd decided to deal with Sampo on behalf of him, after all. They'd done their best to settle tempers and keep everyone in good spirits despite their dislike of the limelight and poor resolution skills. They'd helped to put together a cauldron born of Elysium's mind, even if no one would ever know. There's a lot that could tell that aggravating bird how much he meant to Siffrin, which is embarrassing anyway. ]
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[Travelers attract travelers. The Trailblaze has its followers even in other universes, even if he knows Siffrin would have never heard the name of Akivili. Little things matter - of course they do. He knows it well. From the Trailblazer, from Elysium.]
...You must be lonely too, huh.
[He says, as matter of fact as anything.]
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...
You still are, aren't you. No matter how many friends you make... No matter how close you become to your family members... It isn't like it lasts. People go.
You can't follow.) ]
... I'm used to being alone. I spent most of my time traveling that way. It's still new to have companions, even if I traveled with my family members for a few months before being here.
[ It doesn't erase the decade Siffrin spent on their own, sometimes meeting others from their forgotten island and
what, running from them? The taste of a baked good spoiled because of it -- because it brings him back to that moment, unable to help someone, unable to help himself. ]
You helped. With him, I mean. I saw a lot of faces I wouldn't have, because of you. He wasn't so lonely.
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[To be given some form of "normalcy", in the form of a companion. Someone to dance with him at the end of the world. Someone who would dispose of his body.]
[Was that a blessing, or a curse?]
...All I really was trying to do was make him happy. [A beat.] Same goes for all travelers like you. I mean, I guess...you all deserve to find some form of happiness on such a long journey.
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... One wonders, indeed. ]
... Do you think... someone who makes all of the right choices, and those choices end with someone else smiling... is happy themselves?
[ It seems
both pointed, and not, because Siffrin's merely thinking of his own experiences. Whether they align to Elysium or Sampo himself is none of his concern. ]
Or... do you think that, maybe... it's like snow?
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absolutely a little pointed. His mask slips, just a tad, showing in the twitch of his mouth.]
Like snow? [He's doing his best not to let his voice crack.] Now what do you mean by that?
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[ Simply that. ]
Um, the happiness. Nice... for a while, and pretty to see. You can do a lot with it too. Since it comes from water, it's pretty fluid too.
[ So that happiness can look like a different things to others, maybe even sturdy in its own way... like an igloo, and Siffrin struggles to put it into words as he tips the wine glass further back this time. ]
... No matter how solidly you pack it, or how everlasting it seems... it'll dirty, melt, and disappear. That kind of thing.
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[Now his voice feels much more steady, his tone more serious than maybe he even means it to be.]
Happiness really isn't like that. Not true happiness, anyways. I think when people think happiness is fleeting, that's...not real elation, y'know? They say there's a god out there whose laugh rings alllllll around the universe. THEY'RE still laughing until the end of time, no matter the ups and downs of life.
[He shakes his head - maybe he's a little in denial, who knows? But no. He can't accept fleeting pleasure. He won't have the idea of something that can't last.]
Happiness can never be dirty. Not in my opinion.
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...
You can't say that.)
Instead, Siffrin's smile widens and his eye closes. His tone remains light and soft, even while the thought of his manufactured happiness rots him from the inside. ]
I think you have a wonderful point of view, Sampo. As long as you think like that, you couldn't have made Elysium's life any worse, right?
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[A little bubble of a laugh, popping in the air.]
I probably made it very terrible, indeed.
[He means it.]