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[After the events of the previous week, the mature thing to do would have been to would have been to take the awkward stares and deliver his humble apologies like a man. Yet after spending a week steeped in the most negative emotions he'd indulged in even the darkest of fantasies, it was easier to keep to himself.

He'd been spending quite a bit of time along the southeastern banks of the river running outside the village, staying outdoors to avoid the all-encompassing yet entirely oppressive forgiveness that awaited him at home. He would make amends and pay his dues in time, but for now, there was still the matter of coping with what was within him that the experiment had tapped to affect his actions.

The man lying faceup on the riverbank would still be visibly bruised despite sharing living space with a mage proficient in the healing arts. He'd been grateful to have been pulled from the precipice of death, yes, but wished to let the tender achy muscles, dark bruises, and angry gashes heal on their own as penance. It was in this way that he watched the sky begin to darken, chronicling the sun's slow journey towards rest.]

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Even if it wasn't truly your will? [It's mostly a rhetorical question. Golbez knows full well how Cecil would think in a situation like this.]

I should have interfered.

And if it was my will? [It was a quiet admission, one he would never be able to bring to someone other than Golbez. Nobody else would have understood it.] What if, somewhere deep inside me, that's the person I really am?

If that were true, how would you have overcome Mount Ordeals? How would you have bested Zeromus? No, Cecil, the dark shrouded your heart for a long time, but you don't truly belong in it. I would know.

Perhaps. [He tilted his head to focus on Golbez' face, or at least the face he imagined existed beneath the helm. It wasn't quite relevant to the conversation at hand, but truly Cecil wanted anything but to be having the conversation at hand.] Do you remember our parents?

I do. In fact, a while back, there was an experiment where "Ghosts" of those we've seen dead appeared before us... Our father was one of the ones who came to me.

Truly? [This piqued his interest.] What was he like?

Our father was one of the most noble, kind-hearted, and giving men the world has ever seen. He was a teacher, first and foremost, always eager to share his knowledge, and determined to get those around him to learn.

[Cecil sat up at that, too excited to remain laying passively.] He sounds incredible... What of our mother? Was she kind as well?

Our mother was a soft-hearted woman, all too easily convinced to spend her time helping our neighbors... or allow her son to stay out an hour past his bedtime. [The smile can't be seen, but it can be heard in his voice.] She wanted nothing more than to make those around her happy, even at cost to herself.

[OOC: C-can I steal that icon?]

[Cecil took this all in with an enraptured attentiveness, looking like a child as he discovered this family he'd never known.] It sounds perfect...

[OOC: Certainly! :)]

Nothing's ever perfect, Cecil. But it was good. Excellent, even. Truly a blessed life.

[OOC: Thank you!]

[Oh. Oh there was the angst! Cecil had lost track of it in his excitement!

His eyes broke from Golbez, grin fading.] Until I ruined it for you.

[He shakes his head at that.] No, brother. It ended before you were born, when our father was murdered.

[Despite the bonding they'd been doing, it was still bizarre to hear Golbez call him "brother." Cecil supposed it had been going on for quite some time in this place, part of all the other forgotten events he'd supposedly experienced. He shifted faintly, attempting to hide his discomfort. He needed to get over it sooner or later, anyway. His lips pursed.] I'm sorry.. It must have been terrible to experience.