It's not like you think. [Unique. Heroic. None of that. But it's easier to talk about, now, as vines ease up in his chest. So--he's gotta set things straight, here.] There are lots of moments all along the timeline that are supposed to happen. That need to happen. A prophecy isn't-- special. Just something that has to happen.
[The way he talks about it, it's as if he knows this concept like the back of his hand. A timeline that's malleable, guided by someone who can see it all. He may be the last of them, but he's still part of the Farseer tribe. He still knows what the seeress was able to see. Lightning and Caius, locked in their eternal battle. Cocoon falling. Harbingers of doom that needed to be prepared for.
Bringing about a new world through death. A sacrifice.
It's the worst and best question Inigo could possibly ask. Something like a test: if Noel can't even say it out loud anymore, how could he hope to go through with it when he gets home? And if Inigo thinks the idea of a prophecy is heroic at all...there's no better way to correct that perception.]
I'm supposed to kill someone. A 'savior' for a phony god. ...a friend.
[ Now it's becoming a little bit more like shock. Not because Inigo can't imagine any of this or it being too complicated to him, but exactly because he can recognize this sort of scenario. He can recognize it a little bit too well, making it feel like his heart suddenly stopped beating in his chest for a moment.
He didn't expect to suddenly run into such a familiar story coming from Noel of all people.
Catching his breath again, he quickly forces to speak more, needing to hear more about this. ]
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Inigo blinks at him. He doesn't look shocked out of his mind or anything, but the young man certainly looks surprised. ]
You are the center of a prophecy?
[ He knows it happens sometimes - there are so many stories and legends about this sort of thing where he comes from - but Noel seems so..
.. normal? Maybe that's the right word for it. He doesn't seem like some sort of big hero. ]
What is it that you needed to do?
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[The way he talks about it, it's as if he knows this concept like the back of his hand. A timeline that's malleable, guided by someone who can see it all. He may be the last of them, but he's still part of the Farseer tribe. He still knows what the seeress was able to see. Lightning and Caius, locked in their eternal battle. Cocoon falling. Harbingers of doom that needed to be prepared for.
Bringing about a new world through death. A sacrifice.
It's the worst and best question Inigo could possibly ask. Something like a test: if Noel can't even say it out loud anymore, how could he hope to go through with it when he gets home? And if Inigo thinks the idea of a prophecy is heroic at all...there's no better way to correct that perception.]
I'm supposed to kill someone. A 'savior' for a phony god. ...a friend.
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[ Now it's becoming a little bit more like shock. Not because Inigo can't imagine any of this or it being too complicated to him, but exactly because he can recognize this sort of scenario. He can recognize it a little bit too well, making it feel like his heart suddenly stopped beating in his chest for a moment.
He didn't expect to suddenly run into such a familiar story coming from Noel of all people.
Catching his breath again, he quickly forces to speak more, needing to hear more about this. ]
You were trying to prevent the wrong future.