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boxfullofzeroes2020-08-24 06:43 am
impure_void) wrote in boxfullofzeroes2020-08-24 06:43 am
there's so many things that you'll never understand
MEMORIAL TO THE
HOLLOW KNIGHT
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In the Black Vault far above.
Through its sacrifice Hallownest lasts eternal.
HOLLOW KNIGHT
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In the Black Vault far above.
Through its sacrifice Hallownest lasts eternal.
There's a figure at the base of the fountain, bent double, yet still taller than most bugs that once wandered these streets.
The Hollow Knight was sealed before it was raised in the center of the City. In all their glimpses of the world through Infected eyes, they had never seen this--this figure of themselves, towering high above the Dreamers that protected them, sacrificed everything for them, only differentiated by the carving of each mask.
This should not matter.
The emotion that is their flaw screams it does. Why--?
--This figure of them should not have ever been here. The Pale King prioritized their image above the living. A memorial to a thing. A memorial to a failure, still standing tall, lie inscribed for the straggling remains to see.
They should not wonder why. They should not feel the wound in their chest throbbing with new pain. Do not think, do not feel, do not do not do not--
Gendered Child, sister, told them they may go, and they have gone.
And they are here, beneath the shadow of a false Purity, beneath pounding rain in an empty City.
Nothing about this spurs them to move. Their mask presses flat against fountain's base, hard enough to ache.
They empty their mind, and wait.
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Someone. Yes. Only one being would be capable of putting something in the center of the Capital, or know enough of them to even make an accurate depiction of how they looked.
The Pale King had no reason to do that, and yet the Fountain stands.
Still stands, despite the failure of their purpose.
A knight's a knight.
They look from the Relic Seeker to the hand clamped around their Nail.
They want to tell him--tell him, though he has not asked for this answer, and Void buzzes uncomfortably--they are not all that useful. They were not a Great Knight, they are a Hollow one. The emotions that run through them aside, they saw so little of the world in its prime, and their memories of it are fragments and tainted by Dream.
But they have no voice to speak, and no ink to write with.
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He's still setting the pace, leading them on a deliberately aimless wander through the city. They pass a building with furniture piled up in the doorway, and a lift with the switch handle removed. Lemm's eyes linger briefly on these, and he thinks about how so far no bugs have come running at them with claws outstretched, no one has swept down upon them from the air. Haven't in a while. The Hollow Knight's sudden reappearance cannot be a coincidence! ...But since the Nailsmith up and vanished his only source of information had been the little ghost, and they haven't been back in a while either.
Lemm glances up at the Hollow Knight, trying again to get a read. There's no harm in that, he thinks, because he's not asking. Just observing.
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They do not look around. Showing interest was disallowed for their Pure existence, and then agonizing during the Infection. A silence walk will not change this.
...They already had on their way in, passing empty building after empty building. The shame burned then, and the point of this is...not that.
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The Hollow Knight is giving their attention to nothing at all, unless he speaks directly to them - yes, he's noticed.
This isn't doing much for you, is it.
"My name is Lemm, by the way." Might as well build one bridge before they tire of this and leave. "I'm not sure there's much of a market for knights right now, so if you're short on geo, you should know I'll pay you for any artifacts of interest you run across."
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Lemm. A name. Of course--bugs have names, not only titles.
Something uneasy rises again. Though they are missing much of their life in the White Palace, they are nearly certain that none had ever offered their name to the Hollow Knight.
And of course they had not. They needed no knowledge. His title yet seems to hold more importance, given first.
...They have no need for geo, but that is comfortably near an order--artifacts of interest is another terribly vague thing, but it's better than nothing at all.
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It would be silly to prolong this any further. He's wasted enough of their time, and anyway they've outstayed their welcome. Knighthood or not, Lemm doesn't do visitors and company.
"...I should be getting back to the shop."
Reluctant? Him? Never. He also won't say anything like take care or don't be a stranger because it's none of his concern whether they come back or not.
He does, however, slow to a halt and say, "You don't need directions, do you?"
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...The Relic Seeker--Lemm--asked few questions.
They look up at the buildings that surround them. They aren't certain where they are, nor do they much care. They had no goal, and have barely one now. They can find their way back to the shop if they find relics; it is near the Fountain, and the location of that is seared into their mind as though She put it there. They will find their way.
--This is a question that needs an answer. They shake their head.
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"Pah. Of course not. You probably know this city better than I do." He makes a mild shooing motion with his hand. "Go on, then. I'm going home."
Without much ceremony and forgetting a proper goodbye, Lemm turns to head back the way they came. The fact he took a walk with the Hollow Knight notwithstanding, everything else about this situation is just reminding him why he moved into the city in the first place. He's made a royal mess of this interaction. This would be embarrassing enough if it were anyone else, but it had to be them!
Lemm is, privately, in a fairly bad mood.