( eachdraidh ) ❅ time skip logs

[winterwork]

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[scorchedchivalry]

[After a long moment, Saber arranged her cloak and took a seat beside Jack.]

I had come to make sure these snows were not your doing, but I can see now that they are not. This melancholy is unlike you. What is on your mind?

[winterwork]

[He'd heard about the fierce ice on the mainland. Feeling as powerless as he does now, he doubts it really has anything to do with him. He shrugs, with a slow shake of his head.]

Nope. Not this time. Though I guess it's not surprising that everyone's first guess is that I'm causing trouble. [A natural guess, really, and almost any other day, he'd laugh at the idea.]

There's ... it's nothing. Just thought I'd take a vacation. Turns out the spirit life isn't always laughter and rainbows. Could ya believe that?

[scorchedchivalry]

[That just got Saber to raise an eyebrow. Really, the spirit life for her was almost never rainbows and laughter for her. It was war and blood and strife and pain with the promise of a miracle at the end of it. And end she could never reach...]

That is life, Jack. Not just the spirit life. It is these times that make the good ones even more precious.

[winterwork]

Good ones? But what's the point if we can't even —

[Looking towards her, he stops himself, letting out a breath. He hadn't wanted to talk about this. There was a reason why he avoided company. But it squirms through his insides and he needs to say it.]

She had a name. The jabberwock. She had a name — Nemexia. She was just a kid. She loved snow and puzzles and playing. She hated the rot. She suffered because of it. And I told her I'd take care of her. She got washed off of the rot with the lavender and she was happy. And I told her good things would come. And then they —

[They killed her.]

Where are her precious times now? Where are the moments I promised her she could have?

[scorchedchivalry]

['There was peace in death,' Saber almost said. It was the truth, and when one suffered as much as she had heard the Jabberwhelp had, it was probably for the best that she had found that peace. It didn't change the fact that the child should never have been born and everything regarding her was the fault of the Seelie.

Instead, Saber reached out to gently touch Jack's chest.]

They are here. You carry them, just as you carry those moments for all children, no matter what became of them.

[Even the most hardened of men, or the most broken, or those that cast their childhood's aside and grew up too fast were children once.]