♠ IF LOVE IS SURRENDER ... THEN WHOSE WAR IS IT ANYWAY? → { six }
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[there's Chidori, in profile; she has her knees curled into her chest, back against the wall, sitting on the floor. Her face is obscured by her hair, but one can still hear her voice: troubled, flimsy in just how faint it sounds. SEES members, remember that time you took her Evoker away? That's what she ( Read more... )
[there's Chidori, in profile; she has her knees curled into her chest, back against the wall, sitting on the floor. Her face is obscured by her hair, but one can still hear her voice: troubled, flimsy in just how faint it sounds. SEES members, remember that time you took her Evoker away? That's what she ( Read more... )
[He doesn't even know what he wants, and that's what's throwing him off so much. In Port Island, he wanted to live in the moment, until he found true meaning for his life. Then he wanted to take everything else in the world down with him. He wanted to die, with everyone else coming with him. But now he can't die - at least not permanently. He can't even take life permanently here. There really isn't a point in him anymore, and that's so very unsettling.]
I want meaning in this semi-godhood that I never requested. I want a reason to exist, if I am not allowed to cease. I want an explanation for why I am not allowed to simply die if there is no point in life but mere survival.
[There he goes again, talking in riddles. But honestly, his charisma is almost all that's left of him; without death, there isn't a point in embracing it, or preaching it, or delivering it unto others. He isn't capable of true empathy, friendship like SEES - people aren't people to him, merely tools, and lives are far from precious - and so he can't merely be content surrounded by others. All that he really has left is his charisma and his drive to do something, anything. His voice, usually strong, grows softer, contemplative.]
What do you want?
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What I want...?
[her voice is hesitant, unsure, still; that tone of his voice isn't helping. When she speaks, she's being honest; that note of distress is sneaking back into her voice]
I...I don't know.
[....well. There is one thing, one that she's sure of. It's juvenile, perhaps, in comparison to his grand quandaries, but the need in her right now, because of this sudden onslaught of sadness, is nearly desperate]
I want...Medea back.
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[He says it flippantly, in his naturally unsympathetic manner. He wouldn't pretend to honestly feel empathetic towards her state; he had never been as close to Hypnos as she was to Medea. She most likely knows by now that he's not going to ever actually care.]
I suppose that without your Medea, you are quite...alone. Is that not true?
[And he can't help but remind her of where she stands, and where they stand, he and Jin. He's not really taunting, not meaning to at least; he's just pointing out a fact.]
Unless, of course, you already have new comrades.
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You could say that.
[ordinarily, she'd maintain, if to herself, that she could live on her own, without attachments; even if Junpei had changed her mind, had cracked her open, she could still manage without them, if need be. Yet these berries' side effects, unbeknownst to her, were leaving her shaken, and her voice showed it just slightly as it faltered]
...You seem to think I'm with SEES.
[and ordinarily, she'd sound almost cold there, if curious. But now she just sounds almost, just a little...not sad, but disappointed, perhaps]
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[He's still speaking in quiet but muted tones, his voice low but without inflection. There's no scorn in it, at least, not at the moment. He's got something else on his mind, and he can only get an answer from her.]
I told you once before that there was nowhere else for you to go but with us. Now you have a choice; you may live your life out as a civilian, a normal human being, if you so choose. You may leave the world of persona and supernatural events to us, and live your life without bearing our crosses.
[He makes sure to point out that he fully intends to return to that world soon enough, and that he's certain Jin will follow him there.]
I am merely curious. Is this not what you wished? A lengthy and contented life with new friends? Lovers? A second chance, as it may be.
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...You're acting as though I can't have Medea without being in Strega.
[She sounds so worn; she's so _sick_ of being told to choose. Twisting her words, making her declaration more than it was--he made her sound so weak, so pathetic. So...simple. She hadn't even made up her mind about Junpei till the last minutes of that green-tinged hour, how could she possibly know where else she wanted that change of heart to lead? Her voice is marked with frustration, still unsteady, still unsure]
I wanted...to be with him. Everything else...
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[It's declarative; his voice isn't soft anymore, but charismatically loud, as if he's been snubbed somehow. But he stops, and after a moment, it's curt, cold.]
Your choices are your own. Your ties to us have been severed.
[It's his way of saying, "You're not welcome back," though he's got no idea that Jin has been talking with her behind his back in the first place. And with that he ends his end of the feed abruptly, with no goodbye.]
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