Jingyi snorts, having listened to Tidus's words, leaning toward him because he does need the support right now, without having the easy language to ask for it.
"Depends on who you showed. A miracle. A horrible enchanting curse. Something to study and try to replicate, or something to try and sell as an exotic good. That's just within the realms I know, if you cross the sea to the island chain there, they might find a way to turn magazines and photographs into assassination tools, you never know."
He taps his finger against the page he's turned to, depicting someone swimming down, the light above them fading into darker blues that don't quite get to blacks by the bottom of the frame. There's a sense of depth and drama to the shot, to the power behind the one diving down, to the loneliness and immensity of what they're doing, and a danger one doesn't need to be intimately familiar with to still understand.
"Inigo's world doesn't have a void vessel waiting to solve it's problems. You didn't have one either. So many worlds are set on destroying themselves, but the problems we get called to fix, they're still simple, aren't they? When you talk about them, or Inigo does, or any of my seniors, or Sizhui, that's how it feels. Yes, those worlds are in distress, and people will die, but people die all the time, worlds are in distress all the time. We effect any of it. How insane is that? How ridiculous?"
How egotistical, he also thinks, but he knows better than to assume he knows best. If that's a saving or damning grace of his, he hasn't quite figured out.
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"Depends on who you showed. A miracle. A horrible enchanting curse. Something to study and try to replicate, or something to try and sell as an exotic good. That's just within the realms I know, if you cross the sea to the island chain there, they might find a way to turn magazines and photographs into assassination tools, you never know."
He taps his finger against the page he's turned to, depicting someone swimming down, the light above them fading into darker blues that don't quite get to blacks by the bottom of the frame. There's a sense of depth and drama to the shot, to the power behind the one diving down, to the loneliness and immensity of what they're doing, and a danger one doesn't need to be intimately familiar with to still understand.
"Inigo's world doesn't have a void vessel waiting to solve it's problems. You didn't have one either. So many worlds are set on destroying themselves, but the problems we get called to fix, they're still simple, aren't they? When you talk about them, or Inigo does, or any of my seniors, or Sizhui, that's how it feels. Yes, those worlds are in distress, and people will die, but people die all the time, worlds are in distress all the time. We effect any of it. How insane is that? How ridiculous?"
How egotistical, he also thinks, but he knows better than to assume he knows best. If that's a saving or damning grace of his, he hasn't quite figured out.