This venerable one is the Moon Supreme of the Moon Tribe, the most powerful being in the Three Realms, and Captain of the Corsair ship the Phantom Moon | 月幻影.
NOTE
Do not bother this venerable one with idle chatter.
[ As soon as the ice-covered scenery gives way to his office and he steps away, Rem's hand goes to her chest. How it hurts to hear him speak like this, how it hurts to see him treating himself like this. How she doubts that he's never suffered until now, not when he's already spoken of his father and past before. Perhaps it's a matter of him not wanting to acknowledge it, or worse, he doesn't even realize that he has.
He deserves so much better than this. He's a god, the strongest in his world, evidently. Can allowing himself to feel truly be beyond the likes of him? ]
Moon Supreme, please...
[ She's not even sure what she's asking for. Please be kinder to yourself. Please let yourself feel. It's safe to feel in this world, one away from his own that requires a great duty of him. Please talk to her, tell her of his feelings, or if not her, then someone, anyone, because he shouldn't be alone. Please don't shut others away. ]
[He shut his eyes and took a deep breath. He was trying very hard to keep those emotions packed away. Under the ice. Where they belonged. Why was it that the more he tried not to feel, the more he seemed to be overwhelmed by emotion?
He felt like he was about to break. Like the ice over his sea was going to crack again. It was there, a pressure in his chest and she was the catalyst. Her plea to him was the catalyst. There was something welling up inside him and if he let it out wasn't sure what would happen.]
Leave
[He said again. Demanded really, weak as it came out. He couldn't keep the desperation and exhaustion from his voice. Whatever was coming he didn't want her to see it. Didn't want anyone to see it. She needed to leave.]
[ Although she doesn't see his expression, his tone is weaker than she'd ever heard it before.
She struggles with a decision. Should she leave? If she leaves, then perhaps she can get someone else, someone whose presence he might tolerate more to help him, if she's too much of a nuisance to him.
But if she leaves, it would be repeating the same mistakes from before. If she leaves, he will be yet another friend who so dearly needs help turning away. (What can one do, when pleas do nothing but fall on deaf ears? It feels too familiar.) Yet if she leaves, he will be alone in his struggle, possibly as he's always been. He'll shut down his struggle, probably as he's always handled. He won't learn that others can be there for him, too, to share in that very same struggle, to help him through it, and to not judge him for it.
She knows he can leave at any time, if he truly, desperately wishes to be alone. So she gambles, making the courage and effort to take a few steps forward instead. ]
[He forgot himself for a moment and lifted his right hand to snap his fingers with the intent of teleporting her from his presence. But she did not move. His power flaring but unable to work as desired. The seal on his abilities preventing him from doing something as simple as sending another person away.
Daqiang's breath heaved as he fought to keep his emotions at bay in the face of this reminder. Everything in this world seemed bent on tearing him down.
Another breath and then -
He disappeared in the usual thick black smoke and sparks. Leaving Rem alone in his office. Near the window, having been hidden by his body for the entirety of the conversation, the orchid from his home on Nogard sat: happily facing the big picture windows that would let the sun in every morning.]
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He deserves so much better than this. He's a god, the strongest in his world, evidently. Can allowing himself to feel truly be beyond the likes of him? ]
Moon Supreme, please...
[ She's not even sure what she's asking for. Please be kinder to yourself. Please let yourself feel. It's safe to feel in this world, one away from his own that requires a great duty of him. Please talk to her, tell her of his feelings, or if not her, then someone, anyone, because he shouldn't be alone. Please don't shut others away. ]
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He felt like he was about to break. Like the ice over his sea was going to crack again. It was there, a pressure in his chest and she was the catalyst. Her plea to him was the catalyst. There was something welling up inside him and if he let it out wasn't sure what would happen.]
Leave
[He said again. Demanded really, weak as it came out. He couldn't keep the desperation and exhaustion from his voice. Whatever was coming he didn't want her to see it. Didn't want anyone to see it. She needed to leave.]
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She struggles with a decision. Should she leave? If she leaves, then perhaps she can get someone else, someone whose presence he might tolerate more to help him, if she's too much of a nuisance to him.
But if she leaves, it would be repeating the same mistakes from before. If she leaves, he will be yet another friend who so dearly needs help turning away. (What can one do, when pleas do nothing but fall on deaf ears? It feels too familiar.) Yet if she leaves, he will be alone in his struggle, possibly as he's always been. He'll shut down his struggle, probably as he's always handled. He won't learn that others can be there for him, too, to share in that very same struggle, to help him through it, and to not judge him for it.
She knows he can leave at any time, if he truly, desperately wishes to be alone. So she gambles, making the courage and effort to take a few steps forward instead. ]
Please... I'm here for you.
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Daqiang's breath heaved as he fought to keep his emotions at bay in the face of this reminder. Everything in this world seemed bent on tearing him down.
Another breath and then -
He disappeared in the usual thick black smoke and sparks. Leaving Rem alone in his office. Near the window, having been hidden by his body for the entirety of the conversation, the orchid from his home on Nogard sat: happily facing the big picture windows that would let the sun in every morning.]