[ When Ishmael starts crying and then speaks, Ereshkigal remains silent and listens. She needs to get it all out. Burying and bottling up your sorrows, it never ends well. Wounds can never get better unless you acknowledge they exist and take the proper steps towards healing.
"It keeps happening to me."
It's so cruel. Ishmael isn't even thirty years into her life, and she has already experienced more pain than any should ever have to deal with. And what's even more cruel is that it will happen again. To live is to suffer, such is the nature of existence. Every moment is a struggle to reach the next. And amidst the suffering, there are moments that shine so brightly, they make life worth it. Even if when it hurts so much, it's so easy to forget those moments exist, it's so easy to believe they are not worth it.
After a moment, Ereshkigal speaks once more. In a gentle and serene - comforting - tone. ]
You have a choice. To keep doing it... Together with the people who love you. [They can bury them together, carry their memories together - and cry together.
She runs a hand through Ishmael's hair before hugging her more protectively.] Let each of us carry a fragment of your sorrow, okay? Not because we have to... But because we want to.
[ right. next time, it won't be just her who will lose someone else, and not just from death either. watching your close friends be dismissed from LILITH is more or less like same, because there's no guarantee you'll see them again.
either way, someone has to leave first. this is a very old story. there is no other version of this story.
ishmael's sobs gradually halts, sniveling on ereshkigal's shoulders as she pulls away to wipe off the tears from her eyes. she needed that hug and those words, idealistic they may be. but she'll hang on to them for dear life, like how she'd clung to a certain coffin in the ocean's tempests not too long ago. ]
...Thank you. There's a lot to carry, but... [ she swallows. ] I do feel it. That love. Even though it can be a burdensome thing.
[ but dealing with burdens with someone is a form of love too, isn't it?
she takes a deep breath. all right, she's ready. ]
Okay. Let's... Let's get this over with. I can still answer any other inquiries you might have for me.
[ Ereshkigal slowly pulls back as well, looking at Ishmael with a sad smile. She's strong, so much stronger than she is. She knows without the shadow of a doubt she'll be able to overcome this pain and move forward. But no matter how strong she is, she'll still need help. She's not familiar with Ishmael's friend circle but if they're would it be half as caring as hers is...
She is in good hands.
She reaches for her face and wipe her tears away, before standing back up. ]
We will have a tombstone here. If you want a specific epitaph for it, tell me and I'll have it written.
[ She turns to a table and takes a pretty heavy book. ]
And lastly... [She opens the book, handing it over to Ishmael.] T-This is something I discovered in this world... Nowadays they can take some of the deceased's ashes and grow a diamond out of it. [Normally it's something of a scam, but with Neo Tokyo's technology is actually feasible.] In the past, they would sometimes make jewelry out of bones... I guess it's an evolution of that custom.
[ In the book, Ishmael can see multiple examples of diamonds and how they're set in different pieces of jewelry. ]
If you would like a piece of jewelry made with his ashes - and perhaps other things that belonged to him - I shall pass on the request to the right person.
[ epitaph... right, okay. more responsibilities. she's going to take responsibility until this is all over.
she wipes more at her eyes before she stares at the thick book she's handed with, flitting through the pages. the gems displayed are gorgeous, and if nobody had told her that they were made with ashes, she would've thought that they were made with real stone -- not unlike the ones found on elysium's wrist, come to think of it. for it's almost tempting to keep one more piece of him with her before he's truly gone.
and yet. ]
They're beautiful. And I understand the sentiment behind it all too well. But... [ she closes the book. ] I don't think he'd appreciate me keeping him around as a piece of jewelry to wear. It's... a little gauche, the more I think about it.
The reason why I wanted to scatter his ashes into the sea is because his homeland, Fontaine, is said to be the place where all their waters originate. It's wishful thinking, but with this I hope that I can return him to where he'd come from. It's what he would've wanted.
[ from ashes to ashes, dust to dust, seafoam to seafoam. he still has unfinished business in his world too, things that will never come to fruition now, but this is the least she can do. ]
As for his epitaph... [ she swallows. ] "For whatever we lose, like a you or me -- it's always ourselves we find in the sea." I'm... obviously not as good with poetry as he is, but...
[ she's bashfully scratching her head now, how embarrassing. yi sang if you are out there, ]
[ She nods. Ereshkigal can see the beauty in that new custom - she's a professional at making DIY jewelry with bones after all and this is an evolution of that practice - but she can also see how really gauche it can be. ]
It is a little strange.
[ She takes back the book and puts it back on a table. She thinks the poetry sounds good, she would hardly be able to do better. ]
Alright. [She smiles at her.] That's everything then. I'll arrange the ceremony and give you the date once we have finished the preparations.
[ She goes back to Ishmael and extends a hand to help her get up from her seat. ]
If you want a shoulder to cry on, don't hesitate to contact me, alright?
[ she lets out a deep breath as she gets up from her seat. on one hand, she's relieved that this won't be her only burden to bear. gods like ereshkigal have been doing this their entire lives, for millennia; while wriothesley is very important to them, he is still just another human at the end of the day. and humans like them often come and go, much like the waves that ebb and flow against the shore. ]
Trust me, I've shed enough tears to fill up an entirely new ocean on my own. [ an awkward laugh. ] But... thank you. So much. I'll keep in touch.
[ and with one last handshake, she turns to leave. but right before she opens the door: ]
Let me know how the cake tastes. I want to buy one for myself next time.
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"It keeps happening to me."
It's so cruel. Ishmael isn't even thirty years into her life, and she has already experienced more pain than any should ever have to deal with. And what's even more cruel is that it will happen again. To live is to suffer, such is the nature of existence. Every moment is a struggle to reach the next. And amidst the suffering, there are moments that shine so brightly, they make life worth it. Even if when it hurts so much, it's so easy to forget those moments exist, it's so easy to believe they are not worth it.
After a moment, Ereshkigal speaks once more. In a gentle and serene - comforting - tone. ]
You have a choice. To keep doing it... Together with the people who love you. [They can bury them together, carry their memories together - and cry together.
She runs a hand through Ishmael's hair before hugging her more protectively.] Let each of us carry a fragment of your sorrow, okay? Not because we have to... But because we want to.
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either way, someone has to leave first. this is a very old story. there is no other version of this story.
ishmael's sobs gradually halts, sniveling on ereshkigal's shoulders as she pulls away to wipe off the tears from her eyes. she needed that hug and those words, idealistic they may be. but she'll hang on to them for dear life, like how she'd clung to a certain coffin in the ocean's tempests not too long ago. ]
...Thank you. There's a lot to carry, but... [ she swallows. ] I do feel it. That love. Even though it can be a burdensome thing.
[ but dealing with burdens with someone is a form of love too, isn't it?
she takes a deep breath. all right, she's ready. ]
Okay. Let's... Let's get this over with. I can still answer any other inquiries you might have for me.
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She is in good hands.
She reaches for her face and wipe her tears away, before standing back up. ]
We will have a tombstone here. If you want a specific epitaph for it, tell me and I'll have it written.
[ She turns to a table and takes a pretty heavy book. ]
And lastly... [She opens the book, handing it over to Ishmael.] T-This is something I discovered in this world... Nowadays they can take some of the deceased's ashes and grow a diamond out of it. [Normally it's something of a scam, but with Neo Tokyo's technology is actually feasible.] In the past, they would sometimes make jewelry out of bones... I guess it's an evolution of that custom.
[ In the book, Ishmael can see multiple examples of diamonds and how they're set in different pieces of jewelry. ]
If you would like a piece of jewelry made with his ashes - and perhaps other things that belonged to him - I shall pass on the request to the right person.
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she wipes more at her eyes before she stares at the thick book she's handed with, flitting through the pages. the gems displayed are gorgeous, and if nobody had told her that they were made with ashes, she would've thought that they were made with real stone -- not unlike the ones found on elysium's wrist, come to think of it. for it's almost tempting to keep one more piece of him with her before he's truly gone.
and yet. ]
They're beautiful. And I understand the sentiment behind it all too well. But... [ she closes the book. ] I don't think he'd appreciate me keeping him around as a piece of jewelry to wear. It's... a little gauche, the more I think about it.
The reason why I wanted to scatter his ashes into the sea is because his homeland, Fontaine, is said to be the place where all their waters originate. It's wishful thinking, but with this I hope that I can return him to where he'd come from. It's what he would've wanted.
[ from ashes to ashes, dust to dust, seafoam to seafoam. he still has unfinished business in his world too, things that will never come to fruition now, but this is the least she can do. ]
As for his epitaph... [ she swallows. ] "For whatever we lose, like a you or me -- it's always ourselves we find in the sea." I'm... obviously not as good with poetry as he is, but...
[ she's bashfully scratching her head now, how embarrassing. yi sang if you are out there, ]
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It is a little strange.
[ She takes back the book and puts it back on a table. She thinks the poetry sounds good, she would hardly be able to do better. ]
Alright. [She smiles at her.] That's everything then. I'll arrange the ceremony and give you the date once we have finished the preparations.
[ She goes back to Ishmael and extends a hand to help her get up from her seat. ]
If you want a shoulder to cry on, don't hesitate to contact me, alright?
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Trust me, I've shed enough tears to fill up an entirely new ocean on my own. [ an awkward laugh. ] But... thank you. So much. I'll keep in touch.
[ and with one last handshake, she turns to leave. but right before she opens the door: ]
Let me know how the cake tastes. I want to buy one for myself next time.
[ and then she's off. ]