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The fog rose and a dragon came.
[Isley's voice accompanies the gentle click of his Forge as he turns it on, the gears humming internally, a soft whir of noise that is barely audible against the brush of wind across the speakers. The sword he normally carries at his hip is driven into the earth; he rests his back against the blade and in his lap ( Read more... )
[Isley's voice accompanies the gentle click of his Forge as he turns it on, the gears humming internally, a soft whir of noise that is barely audible against the brush of wind across the speakers. The sword he normally carries at his hip is driven into the earth; he rests his back against the blade and in his lap ( Read more... )
[Why did she cry?]
...at home, I felt everything. Every fear. Every bit of hope. Every dream. I felt what they hated, and what they loved, and why they fought. Individuals. Warriors, who suffered and grew strong, and defiant... defiant enough for the Organization to send them out to die.
And then they were gone. It was a waste.
And... I know what you are, and who you are. I know. Of course I do. I know how much you love... death. But I love battle. And I love letting my yoki free. And I love crushing everything that troubles me under all of its waves. I love doing a lot of things that I probably shouldn't.
But I don't do those things just to do them. Because if you had said, kill everyone who resists. Or kill whoever attacks you. Or even just kill all the soldiers, it would have been different - it would have been... a part of war. Maybe a part you enjoy too ( ... )
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[bits and pieces. Priscilla squeezes her eyes closed.]
I don't know. It's foggy now. I never found her. That destroyer killed her, and then it swallowed me whole. That statue is different inside. It's--
[She opens her eyes then, and sees his face. It stops the words on her lips.]
Something is bothering you.
...I never knew what happened.
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[Firmly.]
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Well, I broke it a bit. But the inside is all... darkness and bodies and it flows like liquid and it drains the life out of everything it touches, and it can fill an entire forest in minutes.
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[This, obviously, leaves him with mixed feelings of anticipation, curiosity, and foreboding.]
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I would hope not. If it did, it would kill everything here. It would kill me. It would kill you. There isn't anything here strong enough to stop it. It even held her. Me.
It can't kill her. But it swallows her energy even as she creates it. It will never stop drinking... but she'll never be dry.
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[He lets the implication lie.]
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[It's out of his league, much like Priscilla, when Awakened, is out of his league.]
[Is this his limit, then? Is there not another plateau to reach for?]
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It isn't a person. It isn't an animal. It isn't a monster. It has no mind, no consciousness, no soul, no heart, no thoughts, no dreams, no ambitions.
There isn't anything at all. Not even the desire to kill.
When I looked into it, I saw a void.
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[There are some things he does not want to know after all.]
It's difficult to believe something like that could possess so much strength.
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If there were two of you merged into one being, the result would be even more impressive.
[A fact. Not at all flattery.]
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[It. Not I. Hmm...]
It does make me wonder, however...if it would be possible to acquire such strength without losing oneself in the process.
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But as for the rest... I wonder, too. It's--
[ohgodshouldshesaythis? A beat of silence, and then another.]
--can you imagine how frustrating it is, sometimes... to know what I could be, and never let myself be that thing? I feel like someone cut my wings off.
I guess they did, really.
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[How many times has he refrained for her sake? How many of the Scorched are still unharmed by him because he would not break her rules?]
[How trained has he become? How soft?]
[Unlike her he's never had wings. Instead it is like someone has leashed him. Like a...pet.]
[The scowl at that thought is a bitter one.]
You do know, don't you?
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