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[existwithoutme]

How many of you are agents of death? I don't mean those who have taken a mere few lives, but those who are responsible for death on a grand scale, who have wiped out hundreds or thousands of people. Entire populations, perhaps. Worlds

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[is_a_good_girl]

This is a horrible thing to ask!

[existwithoutme]

In what way is it horrible to ask about others' pasts?

Or perhaps it's remorse you take issue with?

[Kuja knows what she really means, but it's more enjoyable this way.]

[is_a_good_girl]

If they have remorse, then how dare you dredge up their guilt!

[existwithoutme]

You don't think those who've committed such acts should feel guilt?

Should they go on to live happy, carefree lives?

/locked/

[esoteric_rose]

One of the grim reapers, at your service. I have taken countless lives, over many, many years.

Remorse...only occasionally. And for very specific deaths.

/locked/

[existwithoutme]

What a pleasure to know that I'm not the only one.

And why is that? What is it that makes a death so special that it warrants regret?

/locked/

[esoteric_rose]

That one did not die a just death, but rather one from rage and a childish sense of possession.

/locked/

[existwithoutme]

Their own rage and sense of possession, or someone else's?

In either case, I don't see what's so special about that. Unjust deaths are perhaps more common than just ones.

voice;

[brands]

What a ray of sunshine. I bet you don't get too many invites to parties, huh?

[there's a considerable pause though, and her tone sobers after a moment.]

Every once in a while.

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[existwithoutme]

I'm hardly going to represent myself accurately here.

Tell me, what is your nature? And what do you regret most?

voice;

[brands]

And charming, too.

My nature? Depends on who you ask. What about you, sunshine? What do you regret?

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[existwithoutme]

You've no idea how charming I can be. [Maybe sarcasm doesn't translate well through text, but Kuja means it, nonetheless.]

I believe I've asked you.

Did I say I felt regret?

voice;

[recalls]

[Well, this is a terribly upsetting question. But Vanille's learned to take responsibility for what she's done, and she won't run from it now.]

Yes. But I'm doing what I can, to make things right.

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[existwithoutme]

[Kuja's quite intrigued by these responses. She tries to take note of these voices, so she can remember them later, if possible.]

How is it that you propose to make things right after something like that? What can be done to make amends?

[This is a question that interests her as well.]

voice;

[recalls]

[There is a long pause, then a deep, indrawn breath before Vanille speaks, voice full of determination.]

I won't let it happen again, no matter what. We're going to change the world.

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[existwithoutme]

Change the world? What a grand goal, and not an easy one to achieve. Many have tried to do so, and failed.

How do you mean to carry it out, and what sort of change do you have in mind?

[rueandwolf]

Why do you ask? Curiosity?

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[existwithoutme]

I inquire because I'm interested. Why else would I ask a question?

[rueandwolf]

Hard to tell in a place like this.

I'm a nation; wars do occur. It's not that I enjoy such things, but they're necessary.

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[existwithoutme]

True enough.

I quite understand such things. I've caused wars and destroyed nations. Wars aren't always necessary, are they? So often caused by avarice, arrogance, or despotism.

Tell me, how can a nation speak?