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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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...are you resenting me again?
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Resentment does not accomplish much of anything.
No, Priscilla, I do not resent you. If anything, it is the position I find myself in time and time again that I find I resent...which means only that I need to change that position.
One way or another.
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[ :| ]
[She goes quiet for a moment, and then taps her Forge.]
No, I don't think you should. You're always free to do what you like, Isley. But it's a question of priorities.
No one can have everything they want.
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Priorities, hm?
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I wonder. Whatever it is that makes me different - that makes me what I am. Or could be.
Would you take it, if you could?
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[Which isn't to say that he wouldn't.]
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Do I want you, or do I want your strength more?
Under certain circumstances, were very specific conditions met...I might say yes. I would take your strength, what makes you unique, and have it all to myself.
But would that make you less who you are? How could I take away from you if that was the case? Your power isn't all you are to me.
Maybe once...but not anymore.
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[She tips her head a little.]
I'm not sure what I expected. But not quite that.
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[But.]
Mm... I think so.
But I'm glad you didn't say "No." To the question.
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To tell each other things, yes?
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[NOSEWRINKLE.]
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