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Re: [M48] purpletaint March 13 2009, 06:51:50 UTC
Why? Why? For war of course, but that wasn't what Hikaru was asking. He was really asking how. How could someone do that? What would be the justification? The answer was the same. For war. To win. To create weapons that could fight an undefeatable enemy. That they wouldn't win against anyway. That would kill them all because of Rubedo. Except for Nigredo.

An enemy that would taint Albedo with inspiration and illumination; truth and despair, enlightenment and sorrow.

They were never meant to win against it. They were to be sacrifical lambs, led to the slaughter, dragged there by the one that mattered most. Most precious.

By now Albedo's face had effectively closed down, leaving nothing on the surface as a tell. His gaze slid to the side, focusing on something and nothing. Anything but the past. Not right now, when he was trying to focus on a different brother, on hate instead of pain.

He stayed silent, looking off to the side, before asking quietly, "Your brother's name is Kaoru?" That was obvious, Hikaru had said as much before, but Albedo wasn't social enough with others to make a smoother transition.

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Re: [M48] totallytheseme March 13 2009, 18:44:08 UTC
From the way Albedo's expression seemed to close off, Hikaru could tell that the kid wasn't entirely comfortable with this line of questioning. So when Albedo tried to change the direction of the conversation, Hikaru let him.

"Yeah," he replied, smiling a little, "Hitachiin Kaoru. I'm fifteen minutes older than he is."

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Re: [M48] purpletaint March 14 2009, 04:29:32 UTC
Something larger than relief swept over Albedo for a moment--if the boy knew a word to describe it, it would have been gratitude. But the Variant wasn't familiar with things such as that, and so Albedo simply relaxed somewhat.

And that in itself was new. He didn't delve too far into it.

Albedo would remember the name, give the boy courtesy if he met him because of his brother, instead of writing him off like all of the others. Albedo nodded carefully. "Rubedo's older, too. And he's bossy enough for it."

He concentrated on the before memories: before U-DO, before learning he couldn't die, before Sakura, before everything had shattered. Those times before weren't perfect, but looking back for moments at a time showed that they were something to remember (something to let fester with resentment)--something like a dream.

Though Albedo's answer was mild and seemed normal enough, his face was still a little off, an obvious sign that there was more involved than what he cared to share.

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