Atem was silent for several moments as the shoulders he laid draped over passed under arched doorframe and through empty hall. The silence wasn't at all unusual for the soul. Even in life, he hadn't been a man that tended towards initiating idle chatter, though he would politely participate when invited. And then following his recreation... he had been almost entirely mute for most of the first year. Grasping existence had been a struggle. Over the past half decade, however, he had slowly been coming out of his shell and deciding that his thoughts were worth sharing, and that conversation with the man whose shoulders he sat on was usually worthwhile.
So he did eventually speak, in the way that he did that tickled at minds and invaded the space that was usually only home to one's inner monologue. "They aren't a very fun bunch lately..." The subdued voice thrummed, referring to the meeting they had just left.
"They are nervous. Irritable... Impatient." It helped him to lay out his observations, to try to make sense of people. Empathy was something he had excelled at in life. In rebirth, he was still rediscovering it, but there were certainly hints that it was buried there. "They are still frightened, perhaps... I suppose it is hard to blame them, but... they are not going to make your life any easier, Demias."
There was that hint of concern from the scarf. It was a flittery, hesitant feeling, as if it were a bird uncertain where to land. A person might have placed a hand on a shoulder, or gently touched an elbow.
Pandemonium was the governing body of Elbion. Nobody was quite certain where they stood, but the fact of the matter remained that life had to continue on. Repairs had to be made, resources had to be imported, people had to be organized, and the handful of people left capable of managing any of those tasks were frazzled and struggling to even properly communicate with one another. At least, that was how it looked to Atem.
The scarf was half tempted to convince Demias to take his family and abandon ship. It did feel like, for a moment, he wanted to say more on the matter, but then after a spell of tension he fell silent once more.
Demias Elbion
So he did eventually speak, in the way that he did that tickled at minds and invaded the space that was usually only home to one's inner monologue. "They aren't a very fun bunch lately..." The subdued voice thrummed, referring to the meeting they had just left.
"They are nervous. Irritable... Impatient." It helped him to lay out his observations, to try to make sense of people. Empathy was something he had excelled at in life. In rebirth, he was still rediscovering it, but there were certainly hints that it was buried there. "They are still frightened, perhaps... I suppose it is hard to blame them, but... they are not going to make your life any easier, Demias."
There was that hint of concern from the scarf. It was a flittery, hesitant feeling, as if it were a bird uncertain where to land. A person might have placed a hand on a shoulder, or gently touched an elbow.
Pandemonium was the governing body of Elbion. Nobody was quite certain where they stood, but the fact of the matter remained that life had to continue on. Repairs had to be made, resources had to be imported, people had to be organized, and the handful of people left capable of managing any of those tasks were frazzled and struggling to even properly communicate with one another. At least, that was how it looked to Atem.
The scarf was half tempted to convince Demias to take his family and abandon ship. It did feel like, for a moment, he wanted to say more on the matter, but then after a spell of tension he fell silent once more.
Demias Elbion