[Elsword nodding like "yeah like that, like a hero", which is what people laud him and Add and their other friends as, heroes and do-gooders who stand for the sanctity of the world (even if Ain is uh. blowing it up it's fine he's surely fine alone out thereβ) and all that. Mizuki is on the right track...
...and then he asks how it feels, and Elsword's eyes sort of glaze over. The God-Illness part of his brain speaks first:]
It feels like I'm following the will of the world.
[And then he seems to come back to reality, though his eyes are still kind of vacant. That might not say too much about him, though.
He breathes deep and momentarily shuts his eyes, opening them again only after he's taken a few steps forward. Have to keep going, after all.]
It feels... [Like he wasn't cut out for the job, because he doesn't know who he is, and he's well aware that he's slowly dying. Great, because it means he can ensure people will be fine. Awful, because there's never a break. Fantastic, since he gets to go on all sorts of adventures and have people sing his praises just for doing the right thing.] ...I don't regret my choices, but it feels like the weight of the world is on my shoulders.
[Because it literally is.]
It feels like for every life I save, I fail to save two more somewhere, or I leave something else behind that was important to me. It's heavy, because if I fail, everyone else fails. If I'm not a bastion for people to rely on, everyone will crumble.
...but it's good, too. I get to help people, and I get to go see things I never would have seen before, even though I can't remember most of them now. I get to meet new friends at every turn. I wouldn't have met Add if I didn't start adventuring young, heh.
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...and then he asks how it feels, and Elsword's eyes sort of glaze over. The God-Illness part of his brain speaks first:]
It feels like I'm following the will of the world.
[And then he seems to come back to reality, though his eyes are still kind of vacant. That might not say too much about him, though.
He breathes deep and momentarily shuts his eyes, opening them again only after he's taken a few steps forward. Have to keep going, after all.]
It feels... [Like he wasn't cut out for the job, because he doesn't know who he is, and he's well aware that he's slowly dying. Great, because it means he can ensure people will be fine. Awful, because there's never a break. Fantastic, since he gets to go on all sorts of adventures and have people sing his praises just for doing the right thing.] ...I don't regret my choices, but it feels like the weight of the world is on my shoulders.
[Because it literally is.]
It feels like for every life I save, I fail to save two more somewhere, or I leave something else behind that was important to me. It's heavy, because if I fail, everyone else fails. If I'm not a bastion for people to rely on, everyone will crumble.
...but it's good, too. I get to help people, and I get to go see things I never would have seen before, even though I can't remember most of them now. I get to meet new friends at every turn. I wouldn't have met Add if I didn't start adventuring young, heh.