[That tracks. Lovecraft had seemed confused at times in their short time together, but never distressed. Maybe the knowledge was merely an anchor to an identity that felt secure.
At the question towards himself, Solomon grows quiet, forcing out an exhale as his uninjured hand rests against his chest, eyes drifting to the ground in thought.]
Mm. Forgetting is something I'm used to. But this...
It was a person from my childhood. Such a small piece to the puzzle. Even now... I can't remember their name. Only their face. But...
The ache I felt when they returned to me... it was bittersweet.
[Oh... headpats... He halts for a second, obviously taken aback, before chuckling weakly.]
Ah -- no need for that, Lovecraft. Please, just... sit, if you'd like.
[He'll pat a spot next to him in the gardens.]
Yes, I'd say it is better. Though I could have lived without it, I'm much more resolved with it in place. It makes things feel less... pointless, in a way.
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[His hand doesn't leave that spot of skin.]
I thought our...abilities didn't work here. Unless this is something done...before you came.
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And no. It was not. [Even though that seal has, in fact, been on his neck since the very first trial.]
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Then tell me of it. If it troubles you so.
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The pen flicks in his hands.]
...
What do you know about Sika Madu, Lovecraft?
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[He squints.]
Not much. I know...they chose...our secrets.
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He nods after a moment's hesitation.]
Not much of a start, but yes, that's something.
Do you know what they are?
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[As much as he knows.]
Are they...a demon?
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Though they claim to not prefer the label.
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[He...really doesn't like that.]
So. This fact...what does it have to do with your contract?
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I asked them for a pact. They agreed.
[You know. Normal things!]
This isn't normally how I like to do it, to be honest. But time wasn't on our side, and what's done is done.
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[And he will flick the man in the side of the head.]
You are a fool, Solomon.
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Ahahahahah -- I've been called worse.
Still, I assume you didn't walk over here just to pour salt in my wounds and call me names. You said you remembered what you were, correct?
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[And a haggard sigh.]
I have been called..."god" by those who have summoned me. I suppose...that is the best way to...describe it.
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[He leans his chin against his hand as he looks up at lovecraft with a cockeyed grin.]
Here I was wondering. You never really struck me as a human.
Does it bother you?
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[So fucking small.]
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I meant more the realization of what it is you are. Are you at peace with it?
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Are you...at peace with what you have had returned?
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At the question towards himself, Solomon grows quiet, forcing out an exhale as his uninjured hand rests against his chest, eyes drifting to the ground in thought.]
Mm. Forgetting is something I'm used to. But this...
It was a person from my childhood. Such a small piece to the puzzle. Even now... I can't remember their name. Only their face. But...
The ache I felt when they returned to me... it was bittersweet.
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But it's better to have them back. Isn't it?
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Ah -- no need for that, Lovecraft. Please, just... sit, if you'd like.
[He'll pat a spot next to him in the gardens.]
Yes, I'd say it is better. Though I could have lived without it, I'm much more resolved with it in place. It makes things feel less... pointless, in a way.
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[He sits down, slouching over.]
Well. You now know your goal. And....I suppose...nothing can sway you from it.
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I always knew at least parts of my goal. The inspiration for it was all that was taken from me, that's all.
Remembering someone's belief in you is a powerful thing.
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What was that person like? The one who gave you...such inspiration.
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Friendly. Incredibly bright and curious. I remember their eyes shone like diamonds. Always seeing right where I was.
We were only children at the time. And I was...
...
I was used to different treatment.
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[Who saw him with different eyes.]
You were treated differently? Why?
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