"You have reached Solus zos Galvus. I fear I am unavailable at the moment, but should your query be of an urgent nature, pray leave a message. I shall endeavor to return it anon."
[Emet watches Ardbert for a few long seconds after he's said his piece—appraising him, one might call it. But then he lets out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders.]
Oh, what is this? Truly. What did he do that makes him—personally—so intolerable to be around compared to any other Ascian whom should likely be guilty by association and shared goal?
That aside, 'tis not your place anyroad to deny anyone from my abode.
[Quickly he adds:]
And do not worry, I plan not to argue with you on whether or not you should stay. The invitation is there, and you well know it, but I would be appraised of what trouble there is brewing in that head of yours.
[Still not directly looking at the Pokegear, but off to the side, Ardbert's jaw tightens. He merely wished to confirm that Elidibus would be coming here and to announce his leaving. That Emet would then poke him for his reasons- ok it was not at all surprising to anyone, but look he's been drinking.]
There is no trouble, I can assure you.
[And that was that. Except instead of keeping his mouth shut, he finds himself opening it again and motioning with one of his hands as he starts.]
He's the one who guided us to the Source, convinced us to help you with your godsdamned Ardor. What good did that do any of us? It was thanks to the Warrior of Light we were able to...
[His voice catches. Thanks to his friends sacrifice and Minfilia they stopped the flood, but then why was he still left behind? His world was left on the brink of death and now he's here. Given life again for no reason. A vacation he called it.]
[Well, isn't that interesting? No trouble, yet he babbles like a waterfall about them. Lying does not become a hero!
As Ardbert finishes, but really he doesn't, Emet is left cupping his chin, tapping a finger on it thoughtfully--then he stops as his finger is slightly pointing outward before it's return.]
Ah--but did that scheme not serve you? After all, had you not gone to the Source, the flood of light would have certainly all but consumed the First, but with you did come the Oracle, and she did stop the flood.
Funny how fate works out sometimes, hm?
[What an asshole.]
But very well, if that is your "no trouble", then make off in the morn if you must. I will not stop you. But I will see you off, if that will afford you some modicum of comfort.
[It's...honestly hard to tell if he's fucking with him. Probably especially while drunk.]
[He ain't lying! Just cause he's a little bitter doesn't mean he has trouble brewing in his head. Gosh! The mention of the Oracle has him scowling more than he already was though and he's quick to snap back at Emet's assessment.]
To hells with the Oracle! Where was she when we needed her?! To think she could just come in at the end-- It was my sacrifice to make!
[Wait-]
Urgh...
[He brings a hand up to his brow, nursing his head. This wasn't the point of the call. He wasn't meaning to air any of this to Emet. Ascians, Hydaelyn, he's tired of them all. After a moment, belatedly he realizes what Emet last said. Honestly how does he even take that? Comfort? A mockery of it perhaps.]
I have no need for your mock comfort, but do as you will.
[Well now! Isn't that a curious response? He can't blame him for the resentment, when his Mother seems rather indolent at the best of times. Utterly negligent at the worst. And so, by extension, such ire reaching the Oracle herself, well...]
Far be it for me to criticize your view on Hydaelyn and her Oracle, in fact, I welcome your fury towards her...but it seems to me that the contempt festering in your bosom is far less for he, and far more for Her.
[He shrugs.]
Nevertheless, I will not stop you while you sort your convictions. But don't you worry, hero, I will most assuredly do as I will—always have, and always will.
[He can't look at the screen, not directly. He's still holding his head in one hand, eyes downcast with a grimace as Emet comments on his outburst. It's plain as day Ardbert wants to reply, to correct him on what he feels is wrong. Both played equal parts to his current situation back home and he wanted nothing to do with either at this point. Just barely does he manage to hold his tongue.]
Enough! I tire of talking.
[Does he? Does he really? Or is he just afraid he's going to overshare again right now. He closes his eyes a moment as he takes a deep breath in, trying to refocus himself. It's hard when you're drunk and he doesn't even succeed, but after a moment he lets his hand drop and he looks back to Emet again. His emotions are still clear on his face despite what he thinks he's managed.]
I've said... I've said what I've called to say.
[And with that, and a little fumbling, he hangs up. Thanks to the thin walls, Emet can probably hear the loud aggravated shouting that follows. Though it's thankfully short lived.]
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Oh, what is this? Truly. What did he do that makes him—personally—so intolerable to be around compared to any other Ascian whom should likely be guilty by association and shared goal?
That aside, 'tis not your place anyroad to deny anyone from my abode.
[Quickly he adds:]
And do not worry, I plan not to argue with you on whether or not you should stay. The invitation is there, and you well know it, but I would be appraised of what trouble there is brewing in that head of yours.
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There is no trouble, I can assure you.
[And that was that. Except instead of keeping his mouth shut, he finds himself opening it again and motioning with one of his hands as he starts.]
He's the one who guided us to the Source, convinced us to help you with your godsdamned Ardor. What good did that do any of us? It was thanks to the Warrior of Light we were able to...
[His voice catches. Thanks to his friends sacrifice and Minfilia they stopped the flood, but then why was he still left behind? His world was left on the brink of death and now he's here. Given life again for no reason. A vacation he called it.]
I'll set out first thing tomorrow.
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As Ardbert finishes, but really he doesn't, Emet is left cupping his chin, tapping a finger on it thoughtfully--then he stops as his finger is slightly pointing outward before it's return.]
Ah--but did that scheme not serve you? After all, had you not gone to the Source, the flood of light would have certainly all but consumed the First, but with you did come the Oracle, and she did stop the flood.
Funny how fate works out sometimes, hm?
[What an asshole.]
But very well, if that is your "no trouble", then make off in the morn if you must. I will not stop you. But I will see you off, if that will afford you some modicum of comfort.
[It's...honestly hard to tell if he's fucking with him. Probably especially while drunk.]
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To hells with the Oracle! Where was she when we needed her?! To think she could just come in at the end-- It was my sacrifice to make!
[Wait-]
Urgh...
[He brings a hand up to his brow, nursing his head. This wasn't the point of the call. He wasn't meaning to air any of this to Emet. Ascians, Hydaelyn, he's tired of them all. After a moment, belatedly he realizes what Emet last said. Honestly how does he even take that? Comfort? A mockery of it perhaps.]
I have no need for your mock comfort, but do as you will.
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Far be it for me to criticize your view on Hydaelyn and her Oracle, in fact, I welcome your fury towards her...but it seems to me that the contempt festering in your bosom is far less for he, and far more for Her.
[He shrugs.]
Nevertheless, I will not stop you while you sort your convictions. But don't you worry, hero, I will most assuredly do as I will—always have, and always will.
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Enough! I tire of talking.
[Does he? Does he really? Or is he just afraid he's going to overshare again right now. He closes his eyes a moment as he takes a deep breath in, trying to refocus himself. It's hard when you're drunk and he doesn't even succeed, but after a moment he lets his hand drop and he looks back to Emet again. His emotions are still clear on his face despite what he thinks he's managed.]
I've said... I've said what I've called to say.
[And with that, and a little fumbling, he hangs up. Thanks to the thin walls, Emet can probably hear the loud aggravated shouting that follows. Though it's thankfully short lived.]