Welcome to Gaia! ::

She had made it somehow. He glanced at the man beside her and nodded at him, giving him a smile that clearly meant thank you. He didn’t know him but, he took care of Olivia. Clearly things had been hard on him.

He returned his gaze to her. “Olivia. It’s nice to finally have a name to go with your face.” He had missed a few he knew. There was so much to say, but he knew time was short. “I’m glad you survived. But the end is coming.” His face grew somber, the edges softened by drink grew hard once more and he gazed off, as if looking at the end of the world. “We won’t be around much longer, the throne is crumbling… when it finally breaks we will all be gone. We are… just reflections. Maybe just a dream. If we are just a dream and somehow we remember… look me on the other side, ok? I’ll probably still be a jerk… but hey… maybe I’ll remember too.” No need to tell her they were meant to break, that remembering wasn’t likely. Besides on the off-hand chance they could meet again, he wanted to try.

“Anyway. It’s good to see you again. Do you want me to walk with you up? Or shall I just go ahead and catch up to the blue kingdom guys? They are… family.” Even without the mark, they were all he had left, them and her. And most of the blues had made it ahead; the voice’s call was strong. He needed to go one way or another. He needed to see this till the end.

The Tower was not deserted, something for which she was desperately grateful. Davyne had never before had trouble being in her own company but now, after her death and the revelations it'd brought, she felt frayed, as if she could tear open at any moment and all the self-hate she'd suddenly discovered would well out and consume the last good parts of her.

People negated that, just a bit. She was not a very social creature, but having something - or someone - to distract her from her own thoughts helped. This, she had realised not soon after entering the Tower.

And Davyne was practical, even now, in what she felt was her broken down state; if company helped, then company she would find.

"Hello." It was not so very hard as one would have thought, really; the unusually tall woman in similarly humble clothes was as good as any to approach, she felt. Now, there was only the trouble of how to go about this asking for company business. "You are alone as well?"

"I..." She paused, hesitating, turning to look at the tower again. "I am. I want to help you get your friend back. I want to give my life a little bit of purpose before there is nothing. But I was wonder....if you would do me a small favor?" Her eyes turned to Shun shyly wondering if he would even indulge her. He could simply say no but what could she really do about it. She didn't want to just stand by and be a worthless heap of scrap metal. Not like she was before.

It was a little sad to hear that. Though, Shun soon raised an eyebrow as she brought up a request for him to do a small favor. He wasn't really sure what that could be.

"What would that be?" he asked.

"D...don't forget." Mitsu said softly. "About me. About this place. I know most of the people here are just...copies but if even one person remembers even a little then it would mean that we simply didn't exist....right?" Maybe that's all that she really wanted in coming back. Not to be forgotten because if she had been then she truly would have never existed.

Molan tilted his head at the look, apparently appreciating his actions. He'd done it for none other than himself to a degree, well and Olivia. There was no thanks needed. He merely shook his head and looked off again as the two talked, using the time to idly way. Perhaps Kashi would arrive and they could all move up at that point.

And the the man spoke, saying too much. Concern shown on his face as he looked to Olivia, fearing she wouldn't handle it well. She didn't need to know about that, even if he was talking about pleasant things.

They wouldn't recall, it was clear. They weren't real outside of this land. Why... how could he be so foolish to think it was best to say something.

He crossed his arms, head shaking a bit as he glanced off, not particularly wanting to meet her gaze at the moment.

Shun's eyes softened for the moment at that request. She had a point there. As long as someone could remember, it meant they did exist to some extent. Reaching out, he patted her on the shoulder reassuringly. It was a little heartbreaking to hear it though, because she looked and sounded so much like the real Mitsu. The figment could never replace the real one of course, but that wasn't to say that he'd forget.

"Alright. I'll remember. I'm sure some of the others will remember this place too. And some of the people within it," he said quietly.

Acerium nodded. What else could she do before following the emperor up the stairs

(Sorry for the late exit. Had some complications today.)