His voice chokes, frail and harsh at the same time. Quentin's voice has always been so - comforting. How long did he wait begging for Kujen's? Even more than the light, the idea of someone, anyone out there, knowing they could speak, revenant to revenant, if he would only - Nirai-zho, are you there?
How rarely he answered. How grateful Jedao was, every time, the surge of adoration with no chest to surge in. He can feel it right now, how much he loves Quentin, and he can't breathe.
"It worked." He knows. He's still...himself, the various rearrangements of his soul's signifier matrices not carrying over along with the memory of how many times it happened, who he was and what he did.
"No!" Not loud but sharp, a flicker of raw panic, and then he slips into a pleading tone, right on the heels of it, never run from anything immortal, showing fear gets you hurt worse but sometimes begging pleased his ego, or at least bored him. It's begging even if Jedao doesn't use the word please, showing throat through nothing but his voice.
(Jedao can convey almost anything with nothing but the tone of his voice.)
Asks Quentin, taken aback entirely, freezing with his hand on the communicator and lifting it carefully up to speak into. His hand is all but on the doorknob.
"Jedao, what's wrong?"
He won't move without permission now, but he needs to know more than this.
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Date: 2018-09-18 01:23 am (UTC)How rarely he answered. How grateful Jedao was, every time, the surge of adoration with no chest to surge in. He can feel it right now, how much he loves Quentin, and he can't breathe.
"It worked." He knows. He's still...himself, the various rearrangements of his soul's signifier matrices not carrying over along with the memory of how many times it happened, who he was and what he did.
"No!" Not loud but sharp, a flicker of raw panic, and then he slips into a pleading tone, right on the heels of it, never run from anything immortal, showing fear gets you hurt worse but sometimes begging pleased his ego, or at least bored him. It's begging even if Jedao doesn't use the word please, showing throat through nothing but his voice.
(Jedao can convey almost anything with nothing but the tone of his voice.)
"No, don't."
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Date: 2018-09-18 02:09 am (UTC)Asks Quentin, taken aback entirely, freezing with his hand on the communicator and lifting it carefully up to speak into. His hand is all but on the doorknob.
"Jedao, what's wrong?"
He won't move without permission now, but he needs to know more than this.
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Date: 2018-09-18 02:13 am (UTC)"I can't see you right now."
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Date: 2018-09-18 02:18 am (UTC)Jedao has learned something, or is dealing with something, that makes seeing Quentin impossible.
"Okay. Have you got- a timeframe on this, do you know yet? Or should we hold off on that for a bit?"
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Date: 2018-09-18 02:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-09-18 02:27 am (UTC)He says, again, and swallows hard.
"Text me when you next can. But I'd better let you go for now. I love you."
And, on instinct, he cuts the feed before Jedao can be forced to muster the emotional energy to say it back.