[ wait, nightsong? even in the midst of another's memory fidelio recognises that name, and the more he sees, the more he thinks other pieces might be falling into place.
there are other parts of this, too, that feel familiar in other ways. the deep commitment to a path and an idea of someone that's become almost the centre of your identity, the fear that comes with the very idea of turning away from that path even when you come to realise that there's nothing good waiting at the end of it.
he's never been the best judge of character. he's distrusted good people and trusted the very worst. if he'd been on his own his whole life and been confronted with this choice, he may very well have gone through with it and killed this woman like he'd been told. an acceptable loss, he would have considered it; a stepping stone to something greater.
but he hadn't been alone. basilio had been beside him, his brother whose heart was so much purer and sight so much clearer. he always understood the right thing to do long before fidelio did. and he knows for a fact what basilio's choice would have been here. they were meant to kill this person called the nightsong, basilio had told him. but he hadn't, because it hadn't felt right.
so that's really all he needs to know. if he has any say in the direction this memory is going to take, they're taking the path that leads to the truth. ]
[yeah, oops. sorry for torturing your brother with her memories.]
Come. This way.
[she'll take him to the path of what actually happened. the next scene is here from 3:18 to 5:20.
shadowheart holds the spear in her hand, and then she flings it over the edge, into the abyss, getting it away from her before her resolve can falter.
there's nothing, no negative reaction. just aylin's obvious joy, her awareness that she's going to be freed of this prison. she smiles at shadowheart with pride.
"Your path is not yet set. Your future is not yet fixed. Lay a hand on me in friendship, not-quite-Sharran, and I will fight the battle that has awaited me for a century. And then, oh then, will we have much to discuss."
shadowheart does as she's asked, without speaking, still somewhat in shock. it really does only take the hand of friendship from shadowheart to free her. the reason why is complicated, and something shadowheart herself does not know. but there's an image on one of the mirrors, an ancient battle between two goddesses, and in this gesture, a victory for one of them over the other.
aylin rises, her power restored to her, recovering from her wounds and degradation, until she floats above you, a bright glowing angel with a span of feathered wings in resplendent silver armor. but she doesn't stay; she flies from the shadowfell and leaves shadowheart and the others here. there's another battle that is waiting for her.
and in the aftermath of this, despite nothing happening, despite complete silence and no feeling of shar's presence, shadowheart is very, very afraid.
"We must leave," she tells her friends, but there's a sense, as well, that you must escape from this memory now.]
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Date: 2025-03-07 05:44 am (UTC)there are other parts of this, too, that feel familiar in other ways. the deep commitment to a path and an idea of someone that's become almost the centre of your identity, the fear that comes with the very idea of turning away from that path even when you come to realise that there's nothing good waiting at the end of it.
he's never been the best judge of character. he's distrusted good people and trusted the very worst. if he'd been on his own his whole life and been confronted with this choice, he may very well have gone through with it and killed this woman like he'd been told. an acceptable loss, he would have considered it; a stepping stone to something greater.
but he hadn't been alone. basilio had been beside him, his brother whose heart was so much purer and sight so much clearer. he always understood the right thing to do long before fidelio did. and he knows for a fact what basilio's choice would have been here. they were meant to kill this person called the nightsong, basilio had told him. but he hadn't, because it hadn't felt right.
so that's really all he needs to know. if he has any say in the direction this memory is going to take, they're taking the path that leads to the truth. ]
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Date: 2025-03-07 02:14 pm (UTC)Come. This way.
[she'll take him to the path of what actually happened. the next scene is here from 3:18 to 5:20.
shadowheart holds the spear in her hand, and then she flings it over the edge, into the abyss, getting it away from her before her resolve can falter.
there's nothing, no negative reaction. just aylin's obvious joy, her awareness that she's going to be freed of this prison. she smiles at shadowheart with pride.
"Your path is not yet set. Your future is not yet fixed. Lay a hand on me in friendship, not-quite-Sharran, and I will fight the battle that has awaited me for a century. And then, oh then, will we have much to discuss."
shadowheart does as she's asked, without speaking, still somewhat in shock. it really does only take the hand of friendship from shadowheart to free her. the reason why is complicated, and something shadowheart herself does not know. but there's an image on one of the mirrors, an ancient battle between two goddesses, and in this gesture, a victory for one of them over the other.
aylin rises, her power restored to her, recovering from her wounds and degradation, until she floats above you, a bright glowing angel with a span of feathered wings in resplendent silver armor. but she doesn't stay; she flies from the shadowfell and leaves shadowheart and the others here. there's another battle that is waiting for her.
and in the aftermath of this, despite nothing happening, despite complete silence and no feeling of shar's presence, shadowheart is very, very afraid.
"We must leave," she tells her friends, but there's a sense, as well, that you must escape from this memory now.]