Roman suppressed his first instinct - to be honest about how pointless that quest was. The urge to tell him that members of the staff had physically left and they lost contact with them and that Chaldea was in perfect isolation. That their power went down before it became mysteriously restored. Sometimes, he had come to understand, humans needed white lies to continue their existence. To have hope.
It never occurred to him how humanity received the news of the world's end. He had seen that sight so many times in the past. His eyes had picked up the pruning of countless timelines and thought nothing of it. It was an effective system clean up job, while, by his side, the pillar demons grieved and demanded him to change that fate. The fate of those lost, and those who died, in the present and the past, and the ones who lost even that.
He only understood the weight of loss after Marisbilly's passing. Five years ago, he spent nearly a week locked up and throwing up his food without knowing why he couldn't eat, why he couldn't sleep, work or think. In those dark days, Lev had stayed with him, worried about his remaining friend's health. That was when, in his loneliness, Roman had told him his secret. Marisbilly was gone from this world, did he have any right to continue to live as he did without his former Master?
Lev was gone now. He had no time to mourn him or to be able to understand why he took his own life when they needed him the most.
"All right," he conceded with a softer voice, after weighing it if it was good for Waver to go there. If there was a 'there', and if it wouldn't just be a waste of their resources. He didn't know how he would react if he lost hope. It would be easier if he had let him shoulder his burden. "I'll authorize you, but only after you assist Chaldea's Master in the next assignment." It was a bargain he thought necessary before he confronted the hopeless present reality.
He wanted to give him hope he could turn things around first.
When he fished his cigar case, his gaze fell on it and was about to inform him this isn't a smoking allowed area when he came with his second query. Despite the solemn situation, he gave a sheepish short laugh. "You caught me. This would be my first one in Chaldea's time."
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Roman suppressed his first instinct - to be honest about how pointless that quest was. The urge to tell him that members of the staff had physically left and they lost contact with them and that Chaldea was in perfect isolation. That their power went down before it became mysteriously restored. Sometimes, he had come to understand, humans needed white lies to continue their existence. To have hope.
It never occurred to him how humanity received the news of the world's end. He had seen that sight so many times in the past. His eyes had picked up the pruning of countless timelines and thought nothing of it. It was an effective system clean up job, while, by his side, the pillar demons grieved and demanded him to change that fate. The fate of those lost, and those who died, in the present and the past, and the ones who lost even that.
He only understood the weight of loss after Marisbilly's passing. Five years ago, he spent nearly a week locked up and throwing up his food without knowing why he couldn't eat, why he couldn't sleep, work or think. In those dark days, Lev had stayed with him, worried about his remaining friend's health. That was when, in his loneliness, Roman had told him his secret. Marisbilly was gone from this world, did he have any right to continue to live as he did without his former Master?
Lev was gone now. He had no time to mourn him or to be able to understand why he took his own life when they needed him the most.
"All right," he conceded with a softer voice, after weighing it if it was good for Waver to go there. If there was a 'there', and if it wouldn't just be a waste of their resources. He didn't know how he would react if he lost hope. It would be easier if he had let him shoulder his burden. "I'll authorize you, but only after you assist Chaldea's Master in the next assignment." It was a bargain he thought necessary before he confronted the hopeless present reality.
He wanted to give him hope he could turn things around first.
When he fished his cigar case, his gaze fell on it and was about to inform him this isn't a smoking allowed area when he came with his second query. Despite the solemn situation, he gave a sheepish short laugh. "You caught me. This would be my first one in Chaldea's time."
But it wasn't the first time, no.