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Who: Angeal Hewley (divigate) and Genesis Rhapsodos (lovelessxhero)
What: Revisiting some unwelcome history.
Where: Genesis’ apartment.
When: After this conversation
There were few things that could cause a genuine panic in Angeal. Generally, he was calm, collected, and was able to form rational decisions under even the most crushing of realities. When he had come to the conclusion that it was better for him to die than live on as a monstrosity, it had been with a perfectly sound mind that he faced the end. But there was a difference between the things he could understand, where his own sense of honor and logic could guide him, and the city he had never been able to grow accustomed to. Now he was faced with a much greater responsibility of finding order in chaos; where he found one of his most trusted friends had lost his sanity and claimed countless lives in some distant future and an unknown force used magic he could hardly contemplate to put its citizens through endless trials for some hidden purpose.
Yet as many times as he failed to rectify his mistakes, he refused to give in to the one thing that kept his mind from finding peace. That there were no answers. That no matter what he did, history would repeat itself until it had been returned it to its natural state.
So to say that the news that Genesis may have begun his degradation hit him off guard would be greatly understated. How was it possible if the events that lead to it had yet to occur? Or had time ceased operating in a linear fashion altogether and was now cycling through a random loop from which it would pull from without reason or consent? Before he had imagined that he was being offered a second chance to give his life meaning beyond that of a monster, but as he watched those chances be stripped from his companions, he began to think of it more as a cruel game to which the ending had already been decided.
By the time Angeal reached Genesis’ apartment, he found himself wavering at the door while he attempted to clear his mind from the torrent of thoughts that would only cause his friend more worry. If Genesis needed an anchor to keep himself from falling apart, than Angeal would do so without showing any signs of weakness. With a final exhale and his resolve held high, he gave a curt knock. Whatever state Genesis was in, Angeal hoped that he had told him the truth when he had said that they had time.
What: Revisiting some unwelcome history.
Where: Genesis’ apartment.
When: After this conversation
There were few things that could cause a genuine panic in Angeal. Generally, he was calm, collected, and was able to form rational decisions under even the most crushing of realities. When he had come to the conclusion that it was better for him to die than live on as a monstrosity, it had been with a perfectly sound mind that he faced the end. But there was a difference between the things he could understand, where his own sense of honor and logic could guide him, and the city he had never been able to grow accustomed to. Now he was faced with a much greater responsibility of finding order in chaos; where he found one of his most trusted friends had lost his sanity and claimed countless lives in some distant future and an unknown force used magic he could hardly contemplate to put its citizens through endless trials for some hidden purpose.
Yet as many times as he failed to rectify his mistakes, he refused to give in to the one thing that kept his mind from finding peace. That there were no answers. That no matter what he did, history would repeat itself until it had been returned it to its natural state.
So to say that the news that Genesis may have begun his degradation hit him off guard would be greatly understated. How was it possible if the events that lead to it had yet to occur? Or had time ceased operating in a linear fashion altogether and was now cycling through a random loop from which it would pull from without reason or consent? Before he had imagined that he was being offered a second chance to give his life meaning beyond that of a monster, but as he watched those chances be stripped from his companions, he began to think of it more as a cruel game to which the ending had already been decided.
By the time Angeal reached Genesis’ apartment, he found himself wavering at the door while he attempted to clear his mind from the torrent of thoughts that would only cause his friend more worry. If Genesis needed an anchor to keep himself from falling apart, than Angeal would do so without showing any signs of weakness. With a final exhale and his resolve held high, he gave a curt knock. Whatever state Genesis was in, Angeal hoped that he had told him the truth when he had said that they had time.