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[noblerise]

If contacting his personal number or via Libra:

"You have reached Jusis Albarea. I'm busy. Leave a message."

If contacting his work number:

"You have reached the office of Jusis Albarea, Esquire. I'm not available at this time, so please leave your name, number, and a brief message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thank you."

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[noblerise]

Please do.

[Zhongli has definitely said too much. Then again, with Jusis, he doesn't need all that much to form his own conclusions from the clues given to him. The blond gives him a nod and stands from his seat.]

Of course. I appreciate your company and your gifts. I'm certain the soup will help greatly.

[He'll walk Zhongli to the door like a good host and opens it for him. However, after a pause he says,]

Is there a god you would like for me to remember? I may only be one mortal soul, but allow me to carry a piece of legend with me for as long as I can.

[There's a flash of Lianne Sandlot in his memories, a legend made immortal yet... tragedy, something again his mind tries to shield him from. As if his past life is trying to tell him it's not yet time to remember, that he's not quite ready to remember.]

[lapislazily]

[Zhongli gets up too and straightens his coat.] I hope that it does. I make it every so often—its taste is nostalgic.

[It's his favorite, but that's strongly implied. As he steps outside, though, he pauses. That's... not a question he was expecting, and that much is written openly on his face for a moment. Then he clasps his hands behind his back and turns away.

There are many gods in his memories. Most of them died, several by his own hands, some by circumstance. Yet the one that flutters in his mind's eye is Guizhong, because of the glaze lilies they found.]

Rex Lapis. [He looks back at Jusis.] You haven't heard of him, but among his people, he is known as the God of Contracts. He has a perfect memory. He remembers the name of every person he's met, every wine he has tasted, the details of numerous contracts he's supervised and written over the millennia, and even the sailing schedules of every ship that visited his country's port. No one is left to remember him now except me—and you, I suppose.

The difficult thing about history is that it isn't permanent. Histories, though recorded, can still change. Paper falls apart. Even legacies written in stone will eventually crumble, and gods are much the same. They are not infallible, and certainly not immune to the ravages of time.

[He closes his eyes briefly.]

... I never did find a better way of recording the truth.

So I left the history of that world with someone who traversed the stars. I suppose I could entrust it to another 'traveler' once again.

[He smiles a little.]

Good night, Jusis.

[noblerise]

['Rex Lapis,' he says. Jusis will commit the name and story to his memory. He understands what Zhongli is telling him in this moment, and he now understands perfectly why the older man doesn't like to talk about it if possible. Immortality is quite the curse.]

Goodnight, Zhongli. I hope Rex Lapis finds his peace as well.

[Gently, he closes the door behind Zhongli.]