diatu | Midway in isolation

Who: Eleven and Professor Mala
What: A Thing Happened, Please Advise
Where: Professor Mala's office?
When: Some time after The Thing
Warnings: None so far!

After circling through his options for weeks, Eleven finally found himself standing in front of the door to Professor Mala's office door. As the Intimation instructor, she was more like than most to have knowledge of the true history of the world- or at least he hoped as much. She might not know everything, but she should at least know whom to ask if not. He was even somewhat certain that she held some fondness for him.

Even still, his hands twisted into the ever-present baldric strapped over his robes and attempted something of a rehearsal for what he needed to say.

Another breath, and Eleven raised his hand to rap a light rhythm on the door. The feeling that he was in more trouble than he knew how to deal with pervaded. Even Hendrik's considerable strength wouldn't be able to contend with this particular problem he now found himself in.

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"As well you should." Professor Mala makes a brusque little harrumph noise. "Blaming yourself is a dangerous path, you know. Old story among wizards, and every bit as dangerous when it comes to magic as anywhere else. Lay blame at the feet of those who do evil, not those who could not prevent evil despite their best efforts."

He closes his eyes as they began to sting, fingers curling into his pants in an effort to stay the threat of tears. It nearly seems as though she can see into his very soul.

Eleven wonders what it is about her words that reach him, despite having heard a variation of them before. Perhaps it's their frankness, or that he knows beyond a doubt that she isn't simply trying to spare his feelings- that she knows nothing of his title, duty, or utter failure and isn't trying mollify his fears simply because she needs him to.

"..Okay," he says, voice cracking, then immediately drags his sleeve across his face as his tears take that opportunity to escape. "Sorry, I'm trying not to.."

"Mmm. I hit a nerve, I see." Professor Mala sinks back into her chair, looking briefly as old in spirit as she does in body. These Sundered, good heavens, what to do with them. Her fingers brush over her temples, then around to her eyes. "Well, it wasn't my intent, but it's good advice no matter the situation. If there are troubles lingering from your own world in your heart, I can't say as to I know them, but I've seen a few things in my time to offer a general word or two if you want them."

He shakes his head, working to calm his breaths and coach himself into something resembling normalcy. She doesn't deserve the trouble he's causing, but then there's the whirl of doubts lashing back at what sounds like good advice. They pick at him with contradictions until he simply can't find the truth.

Darkspawn. Luminary.

Eleven clears his throat until it feels like his voice will steady just enough.

"Light.. illuminates, but.. does it also cast a shadow?"

A very abstract question. Hinting at things she doesn't attempt to guess. Instead she steeples her fingers in front of her mouth and holds her regard on him for a moment.

"Shadows only exist if something blocks the light."

Eleven's gaze whips up and he loses a breath to the shocking simplicity of her answer. His mind is quiet while the words spread like branches and pierce every one of those doubts with infallible logic. The dark veil hanging heavy over his heart and mind begins to crumble.

Dundrasil. Cobblestone. Yggdrasil.

A shadow in his wake each and every time.

"I could not prevent evil," he mutters, pinching his sleeve. "It followed me, but I was not the cause of it?"

"If the light did not exist, everything would be in darkness," Professor Mala says, her eyes still fixed on him above her tented fingers. "We wizards were not able to prevent you Sundered from being brought here against your will. The magic we practice is responsible. But I do not blame us for you being here. That falls squarely on who or what caused it."

He winced. A world in darkness..

Eleven sighed and leaned back. "I don't blame anyone for it.. No matter how it happened, I believe it's Yggdrasil's will that I'm here. ..You are very wise, Professor Mala."

A faint smile shows behind her hands. "I'm old. I've made lots of mistakes and learned. That's all."

Idly, he wonders what he might be able to learn from his own.

"I envy that a little." If only he were just a little wiser himself. "But I'm glad for your insight. It's really helped me."

"I am grateful for that much at least. Do try to take it just a little easy on occasion?" She peers at him over her glasses. Very tempted to look into what circumstances surround him, she must admit.

He goes to assure her that he will, but after a moment's consideration, can only smile a little wryly.

"..On the weekends," he says instead, and stands. Eleven stretches a bit, feeling marginally lighter than he had coming in.

"Thank you again, Professor. I hope that next time I visit, it'll just be about homework."

"That would be asking for a bit of luck, I think." Professor Mala rises out of courtesy, the better to see him off properly. That isn't typical, but he had the good grace to come to her and speak of his problems. Thinking like that ought to be rewarded. "The more so since you need little help on that score. Nonetheless, return when you need to, whatever the cause."

It was true. If there was a branch of magic he was truly taking to, it was Intimation. He'd never felt a greater need for guidance, and perhaps that was part of it.

Eleven's smile sobered to something more sincere as he reached the door.

"I guess it would be too much to think I might never have need of your invaluable wisdom again." He tapped the doorframe and shook his head. "I'm grateful for the invitation. I will be sure to seek you out when such an occasion rises."

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