Carlisle's gaze flicks downward once more, and is caught by that of the alien child in his lap. The younger Glacius looks at him earnestly, his belief so strong that even Carlisle can feel it: it resonates within the Mote as a truth he wants to accept, but finds it difficult when he's been so resigned to his fate for years, over a decade now.
Perhaps there is a way to travel the planes, one other than the sole method he has heard of in myths and legends; perhaps there isn't, and the child before him is so blinded by the optimism of youth that he has yet to discover the truth. Whichever it may be, Carlisle feels himself wanting to believe it... and that is a feat in and of itself whether or not Glacius -- as an adult or a child -- realizes it.
His arms tighten into a gentle, but genuine embrace. "I will try, my friend... thank you."
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Carlisle's gaze flicks downward once more, and is caught by that of the alien child in his lap. The younger Glacius looks at him earnestly, his belief so strong that even Carlisle can feel it: it resonates within the Mote as a truth he wants to accept, but finds it difficult when he's been so resigned to his fate for years, over a decade now.
Perhaps there is a way to travel the planes, one other than the sole method he has heard of in myths and legends; perhaps there isn't, and the child before him is so blinded by the optimism of youth that he has yet to discover the truth. Whichever it may be, Carlisle feels himself wanting to believe it... and that is a feat in and of itself whether or not Glacius -- as an adult or a child -- realizes it.
His arms tighten into a gentle, but genuine embrace. "I will try, my friend... thank you."