Synch sighs as he pulls his legs closer up to him. It didn't feel quite right, somehow, resting while the other heroes were still in danger. Looking around the area, his eyes lay on Elie for a moment before Synch nods to himself. There was something else he could do at the moment.
Standing, Synch steps over to the Angel, and kneels down next to him, placing a hand on Elie's shoulder. "Hey, Elie, I'd like to have a talk with you. Can you step outside with me for a moment?"
Elie turned over a bit. He nodded. "Of course." Elie was a bit taken by surprise that someone wanted to talk to him. He was somewhat expecting everyone to be in their own little world, kind of like he was now. Elie followed Synch outside. "What do you need?"
Synch stretches widely once he's out of the Igloo, and regards the dreamscape around him before answering Elie, without facing hi. "I wanted to learn more about you, Elie. I've got a pretty rare chance here to actually Talk to people and get to know them, so I wanted to do so while I could."
Elie sighed. He didn't have that much to tell. "Let's see. Some people know this, some people don't. There's no reason to hide it. I'm supposed to be some sort of guardian angel for people." He chuckled a bit in a melancholy way. "Supposed to, that is. I have been assigned multiple people to look after. I have not saved a single one, yet. Guess that's why I don't seem like much to anyone. I don't deserve to." Elie placed his hands in his pockets. He usually didn't talk about himself.
"Tell me, Elie, Who do you think I am? What have you seen me do, and what do you think of me for what I've done?" Synch turns now, the expression on his face all too serious as he looks at Elie. The boy seems almost angry, in fact.
"It's not my place to judge. Never have." Elie looked at you and frowned. He already angered him. Go figure. "Your name is you. You're a kind boy that shows concern for others, though not verbally. You've gone out of your way to help people and have put yourself in danger for them. And, if I'm not mistaken, you're a... runemaster or alchemist of sorts, right?"
"Runemagic. I'm far from a master, I just know a few spells. But that's beside the point. You've seen me do all that. You yourself have confirmed that I care for people, that I try to look over them and keep them safe, yes? Well," Synch pauses for a moment, collecting himself before continuing. "Do you believe people can change?"
Elie sat down, his hands still in his pockets. "If I didn't believe that, I wouldn't work so hard to try to help as many people as I do. Whether I fail or not, people deserve a second chance. And a third, then a fourth, and so on. People can and do change. You just need to let them try."
Synch sits down too, across from Elie. "So what makes you so different? Why don't you get a second chance? Or a third, or fourth? It's not a matter of how many times you've failed at something, but how many times you've succeeded. And you have saved people. During the assault, I remember. One of those monsters hit Greychild. If you hadn't of helped her, she could have died."
"My problem isn't my lack of chances, you... it's a surplus." Elie closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "My problem is that I've seen so many that I've been told to save the lives of die. A veteran going to save his fellow soldiers, a man down on his luck literally standing on the edge of his life by his own choice, I told him to wait and I told the other not to jump... And I couldn't save either of them..." Elie seemed to be tearing up.
"I have gotten all the second chances that anybody should ever need and yet I still saw them die. Greychild might be different, but what of the poor soul that became that spirit? I don't know his story, and I was the one that destroyed it so I could help her. People still died. And then I was unconscious and couldn't help you when you got injured." Elie opened his eyes finally, bloodshot from his crying. "Why am I worth anything to you? I couldn't help you when you needed it, either."
Synch pinches the bridge of his nose, looking down now. "You are worth everything to me Elie, because you care. I may not agree with your philosophy, but I understand your conviction behind it. I know what it's like to hold a life in your hands and watch it slip away despite everything you try to do to hold on to it. You were unconscious because you pushed yourself so hard to save Greychild that you passed out. I was injured because I lept into the middle of the enemies to take their attention away from everyone else. I was hurt because I tried to save Bree from being killed by one of those things. I know what it's like to be hurt trying to save the people around you. And I want you to know that you aren't alone. I think you know that, deep down. It's just sometimes you need to be reminded." Synch looks back up at Elie, hoping the Angel understood.
Elie bit his lip for a moment, trying to think of what to say. He opened his mouth once, but no noise came from it. He wanted to say words that didn't exist. He wondered how much Synch had lived through. All sorts of thoughts ran through his head in seconds. In a quick motion, Elie reached over and threw his arms around Synch. "Don't let me mess up my second chance, Synch. Don't let me ruin this one too..."
Synch comforts the angel, patting him on his back. "As long as I can, Elie, I'll watch over you. Just keep reminding yourself. You aren't alone. And I'll try to do the same for myself." The beetle on Synch's back stays perfectly still during all of this, entirely unsure if it likes the hug that it is getting by default.