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[coerthantorment]

[For a moment, the lack of recognition is deafening. The mention of the grapes raises nothing but the mental equivalent of a question mark, until, finally...

No. He remembers. He remembers the silly little things, an invention that only failed to startle him because it came from her. His recollection of the fruit's odd shape will come across through their connection, as well as the relief associated with it.]

...Very well.

[Or maybe that word is 'as you like' or maybe it's 'thank you'. He's having a hard time narrowing his thoughts to coherent words, but the concepts are still there, with a tinge of humor, despite it all.]

[aquaveiled]

[ There's relief flowing from her side. That's the Estinien she knows...however dark their circumstances, he's always had a strange sense of humor. One that she jived with nearly instantly. There's warmth emanating from their connection and she continues to push it towards him as she continues her search.

Yet there is still no sign of him. She continues to check in with Estinien, trying to keep the conversation going, but even Himeka is running out of things to ramble about. So instead she begins to hum a tune she learned during her stay in Ishgard, hoping that will be enough to keep his attention. ]

[coerthantorment]

[At first Estinien finds himself wandering that open street, wondering if he will see her around each corner... but the longer it goes on, the less he can keep focused on the task of looking. Gradually he slows, and then stops, her occasional check-ins the only thing reminding him of what he was trying to do in the first place. The sound of her voice, her song, is a double-edged sword. It brings him comfort, and reminds him of her - yet, in some ways, that comfort is as deadly as anything else.

He stays with her, scattered feelings and thoughts occasionally coming in response, but gradually slowing. He stands in the middle of the street, his shard clenched in hand, staring at nothing. It would make him easier for her to find, he thought. Unfortunately, it also made him easier to be caught.

A lull in his focus is interrupted by a sudden punctuation of panic and fear. It's a psychic cry of pain, a wordless plea for help.]

[aquaveiled]

[ That the connection continues to dwindle on his end is a cause for concern but she has to keep going. Venera is big, she realizes--much too big and she doesn't know these streets well enough. With no mounts at her disposal she's left to travel on foot which is far from ideal.

It's Estinien, though...maybe he's on a roof of some sor-- ]

Estinien!?

[coerthantorment]

[Whatever is happening has shocked him back into some form of lucidity, his consciousness becoming far more present with this surge of desperation and need. He reaches out to her with everything he has, projecting the idea of him being attacked, knocked down, his shard under threat-

But that's all he can do. He can't do anything but cry out and struggle, praying that she'll make it in time even though it's becoming abundantly clear that she won't.]

Himeka!

[It all happens so quickly. As desperate as he is to keep hold of this lifeline, circumstances have conspired to sever it. If he doesn't protect his shard now, it will most likely end up crushed on the ground.]

Forgive me...

[Sorry for being helpless, sorry for leaving another burden at her feet. Their connection ends as he forces his shard back into his chest, unsure if he'll survive to see her again.]