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[In response to Five;] You're doing well enough.

[He stops braiding to rest his arms around, well, both of them since that's the only option when Emet-Selch leans on him this way.]

I will not confirm or deny any such statements. Though my legs may indeed need rescue ere we continue with the evening.

[ The position makes it inevitable but he still didn't exactly expect that, so he's surprised and grows tense all over again just at that contact. He's getting used to it with Emet, but Lahabrea is still a new factor, after all.

He takes the out and simply lets go of Emet-Selch and breaks away, standing up again and giving him space to get up from Lahabrea's lap as well ]

I'm sure we'll find a more comfortable position to be in for, you know. Braiding and emotional terrorism.

[He does stand up and pretends to brush dust off of Lahabrea's trousers before giving Five's shoulder a squeeze. He heads to the table.]

Let's try out this childhood treat, shall we? I'd ask if you needed a knife, but I know you have one on hand at all times. Would you like an actual kitchen knife, however?

[He's going to stay on the bed and groan, stretching his legs out, let them have a moment while he rubs circulation back into his calves.]

I'm definitely not using my knife for sandwiches, so. You'll have to give me one.

[ but he's going to take out everything necessary from the bag ]

It's a wonder you don't clink of metal when you walk around.

[He goes to the kitchen and gets plates, napkins, and a proper knife for him. He also brings in an extra chair because he usually doesn't have this many guests. Probably a bar stool.]

[He gets up while Emet does, goes to help him bring all that in, settling down at the table with them this time.]

You're one to talk of clinking of metal when one walks.

I only have one knife and one gun, it's not that bad.

[ but once he has everything necessary he's going to stsrt preparing the terrible sandwiches. Once he's done, he sits down and waits for them to just take theirs ]

I'm guessing talking studies is forbidden for tonight, so. I'm leaving the conversation to you two.

[He takes a bite.]

Five, this is terrible.

[Continues eating it anyway. He's not going to complain about nostalgia after all. Well, complain too much.]

You can talk studies if you wish. I'm simply enjoying the company.

[He eyes his own sandwich suspiciously but bites into it and yep, it's awful. He keeps eating it.]

We could bore him to actual tears and he'd still be happy. Such is the power of his sentimentality.

[ for someone who complains about not liking sweets, he's eating his own terrible snack just fine ]

I've been trying to work on a formula for a ward that would be sufficiently strong to contain Vanya's powers if necessary, until she can be reasoned with. But there are too many unknown factors still, so I'll have to adjust for them once I remember more.

Regardless—

[ once he's done with his sandwich he's going to take pen and paper and starting writing things down ]

For now, my focus has been combining it with my own internal source of energy. We'll need to test it, but based on our attempts thus far, I think it should work. And if I'm right, it's a good enough starting point for the rest of our plans.

[He just rolls his eyes at Lahabrea and stands up and peers over at what Five is writing while still finishing the snack.]

I have no doubts it will work with tweaks here and there, but more importantly, have you thought about what you are going to say to her? Such a barrier would be temporary at best.

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[He nibbles at the sandwich and watches them both, waiting to be handed the paper rather than bothering to go peek.

But while he waits he's really just watching them. He has nothing to add at this moment since Emet-Selch is poking the core of the issue, and he himself is best left with things like barrier design suggestions.]

The idea is to try to reason with her for however long it'll last. Kohime has brought up some ... interesting points. When she saw my memories. And as you've mentioned, Vanya likely feels like as much of an outsider as I do, if not more. That's something I can use to connect with her.

[ a pause, then he adds ]

Maybe tell her I love her? And if that doesn't work, well. I suppose I'll have to kill her.

[ handing the paper to Lahabrea once he's done ]

—Should I have picked a different topic for conversation?

I'm glad you thought about it. She does care for you. As long as you don't try to hide your emotions deep within your chest, she should hear them. And you can't do much more than that.

[Wow. Rude. Lahabrea now gets to be the mentor! Wait, that means less work for him. Though he's too curious and makes his way over to Laharea.

He waves a hand.]

I don't mind. It's a good puzzle. Lahabrea and I have not worked in tandem for many, many years. And you'll bring a refreshing insight to the mix.

The topic is fine. It weighs recently on you.

[He holds it so Emet-Selch can look it over, examining the paper as well.]

When was the last time? The fall of Dalamud we really only touched bases to coordinate.

[He doesn't look up from the paper, hmming.]

In the event you do have to kill her, letting her know how you feel is at least an honest farewell. But I think we can help you buy time to do more than have a last tragic confession.

[ look he was peering over him he assumed he already checked it out!! Also he's a genius so probably whatever he just bullshitted is impressive enough but Not Perfect and in need of adjustments ]

Well, there is also the possibility that we're all already dead, so if I am to go back I'd ideally do so before she loses control and have that talk under less dire circumstances. But it's best to be prepared.

Which calamity was that? The fall of Dalamud.

[He's just giving him a hard time.]

And there is the possibility you've already talked her down. But we won't know until all your memories are complete.

[He's taking a pen and reaching around Lahabrea to add some additional lines.]

The seventh umbral calamity.

[He will pluck the pen from Emet-Selch's fingers when the man is done and circle one or two things, not correcting them but leaving them for Five. And with Emet-Selch's additions and his own helpful(?) circles he hands the paper back.]

The culmination of two of his empires works in fact. But it has been a while since we actively collaborated on anything.

[ he takes the paper back and starts analyzing notes and corrections, keeping silent for a few moments as he takes them in ]

Glad to be your new project. Working to save a world does suit you both, so. I'm grateful for your insight.

[Leaning on Lahabrea's shoulder patting him mockingly.]

How thrilling. People can say such nice words about you even if you scowl with your books in a corner.

[Looking up at Five.]

'Tis no secret that I wish your world to succeed. Little by little, progress is made. And you were worried that your last set of memories before this one did not provide any clues.

I still would like to visit after all.

Would that my form were large enough to lift you, the bullying you would not get away with.

[Just kind of muttered, as he does his best to pretend he doesn't have Emet-Selch draped all over him.]

Working to save a world suits all of us. Let us see to it that we actually succeed in our endeavors.

I'd complain about this getting overly emotional, but it was the point of this evening, after all.

[ folding the piece of paper and setting it aside ]

... I'm looking forward to it. You visiting my world, if possible. I have been thinking about what to do after this place more than usual, after all, and it's, well. Something nice to dream about.

You both are doing admirably. I know this isn't the most comfortable for you. But if I might make one request?

[He takes a seat on the floor, leaning against the bed.]

Spin me tales, Speaker, of our home. Of memories I wish to keep close to my heart.

[He picks up some apples and the knife, turning to look at Emet-Selch as he starts cutting them into slices... And then cutely making them into bunny apple slices and handing them down to Emet and also to Five.]

Very well, how about that time one of Halmarult's students nearly raised an army of monster tomatoes to wreak havoc on Mitron's newest display of painted sky fish?

[Honestly he will tell some weird Akadaemia stores for them both if they deign to listen.]

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