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[arcanegrasp]

Elias is often out and about, but he's always glad to hear out anyone who needs to speak with him. Visit him in his home within the lighthouse, catch him out in the bustling city streets, or leave him a letter! He'll get back to you as soon as he can.

((OOC: Gonna get a proper code for this later, don't worry about the format now!!))

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[arcanegrasp]

Elias' quiet lingers on this for a moment, his heart heavy for memories that he could see vividly, but never shared. It was a strange thing, to mourn a relationship that he'd never had in this life, but clearly meant so much to him in another.

"You're right, that you may not have come to me so many years ago, and created such a foothold in my life. To force closeness where it isn't would be a disservice to all involved."

He hesitates, and moves a hand to Cecil's arm, giving it a small shake for emphasis.

"But you did come into my home, soaking wet and freezing, holding claims that you already knew full and well would lead me to think you were out of your mind," He starts, cracking a small smile. "And though I've done no lessons in years now, I'm sure I haven't lost all of my ability to help get magic into your hands. I've let myself fall into a comfortable isolation for some time now, but if you truly knew me--- and," He pats the pocket he stowed the locket in. "You've proven well that you must have... I must have loved you as a brother of my own. There's much time lost for you, I'm sure, but I think... should you be at peace with the process, I would like to take the time to know you as I once did. The memories will be new ones, but if all you're saying is true, they'll be worth building."

[lasthumanvoice]

"Knowing you, having you in my life in any capacity will be worth it. Besides, you miserable bastard, you need people in your life to bother you sometimes. To eat, to get out of the lighthouse, to come see what's up in town."

Sorry, Elias, your hermitude has officially ended.

[arcanegrasp]

The needling gets a surprised laugh out of Elias, and he blinks. His somber expression warms further.

"Fine, fine! Goodness. Listen to you. If I had much doubt left that you'd known me in some capacity, I suppose I'd have to hang that up, hassling me like that."

There's no bitterness to his tone, of course - for something as new as speaking with Cecil was for him, it felt awfully natural, didn't it? What a strange, wonderful thing.

[lasthumanvoice]

"Good. Though I do have a bit of a nosy question: what happened with Neil?" The shiny dims out a bit, because he realizes he's probably prying into a bit of a sensitive matter now. He remembers how they were together.

[arcanegrasp]

Ah, there goes Elias' own bright and shiny a bit, as well. He mulls on this for a moment, after the fleeting seconds of surprise--- before it comes together that, of course, if Cecil knew him, he'd know about that, wouldn't he? (It was going to take some time for the initial shock of knowledge.)

"It was going to come up at some point, I suppose," He sighs, moving to take a sip of his tea. "Things just... decayed, between us. When we first got together, it was a whirlwind, but as the time passed, he and I became very different people, feeling very differently about the things happening around us. The arguments stacked up slowly over the years, and one day, over dinner... we took a look at it, and realized how little of what made us was there. The foundation was too far gone, and we were better off as colleagues."

[lasthumanvoice]

"Ah." He doesn't actually sound wholly satisfied with that explanation, but he isn't going to press at it, not on a first meeting. "Aaaaah. Aha."

[arcanegrasp]

Elias lifts a brow. He knows that tone all too well.

"I take it you're looking for more? I don't care to go about spreading too much of his business, mind you. It was a fairly amicable separation!"

[lasthumanvoice]

"You don't have to spread his business, El. I just worry." There's a loose hand gesture at the surrounding hermitage lighthouse.

[arcanegrasp]

Elias follows the loose hand gesture, and lets out a light breath, giving a slow nod of agreement along with it.

"No, no. I understand. It'd be a worry I'd have, were it anyone else." He hesitates for a moment, struggling to find his words, a somberness rising to his features as he gazes off to the side.

"...I'm not sure what was happening, when you'd had the dream, but if it was before the barrier, things began to decline - as I'm sure you could guess," He starts, slow and quiet, as if recalling each piece of everything that happened. "We had no idea what was happening. People died in droves, trying to escape the fog. When they came back, they were rattled, and people were desperate for solutions. Panicking masses turned to Town Hall. Seeing that it was a seemingly magical affliction... Town Hall and the masses then turned to the magi."

He's quiet, for a few fleeting moments. The memory clearly weighs greatly on him. He takes the time to have another sip of tea, hoping for the warmth to help ease the aching of old scars.

"I'm sure you know that we couldn't solve it, judging by the way things are now. The pressure made those fractures in Neil and I's relationship crack wide open, and the longer things went on, Neil became more... desperate. Unraveled. The strain pushed us to our limits, and by the time we had nothing left to do but admit defeat, there was nothing left of what we'd started with. And... I struggled to face these people, who were so deeply disappointed in our failure."