[luckily for everyone involved she's aware of what kind of person he is.]
Scien, I don't think you need to know a fourteen year old almost made me cry yesterday because of something stupid. Though you know I appreciate the sentiment.
[there is a reason she's bringing it up but also yeah that happened.]
Did you know it's difficult to try to explain to people you're dead only for one of them to decide they don't believe you?
[again, karma is a child, but aerith's entire relationship with karma is built around trying to get him to trust her and not lose his marbles repeatedly. he'd asked her for proof that death wasn't the end, and when she'd said she was proof herself he just trivialized her death on accident.]
He does. [little bit of worry, little bit of fondness.] We've talked a lot and I get where he's struggling. I know he can't fully process everything he's feeling and tends to explode and cause destruction because it's the only way for him to try and deal with it. Eventually after he was done destroying the school I asked him to try and explain. He had hopes that maybe there was a way to bring Daan and Karlach back to your side, like what happened to Camille. And it led to the conversation about how there are worse things than death, but that death isn't the end. So he asked me for proof, and I wasn't proof enough. I think he thought when I said I died that I was saved and came back after a few minutes.
[and she'd been too blindsided to correct him. also again, child.]
It's fine, we're fine, just...a lot after the other two times last week went a little better.
.... it is good for you to have shared with others.
[ he is proud of her for that. it shows in his feelings. noting that she is trying, and she is doing her best for it. ]
There is probably something to be said about what you learn from setbacks, but I don't care about that right now.
It's fine to be frustrated and feel invalidated. You don't need to be mad at a child, but if it stings, just say so. You tried to trust someone, and they didn't know the right thing to say. Even if it was accidental, it can cause damage.
[there's a faint blip of something almost like gratitude when he says "i don't care about that right now" because even if she doesn't often say it, she does take value in people understanding she's just as weak to some things as other people.]
The good thing in all of it is he recognized it made me unhappy and apologized for going too far, so I'd still call it a win. [...] "You're always so bright and warm and full of life. It's hard for me to imagine anything otherwise." It'd be pretty stupid to actually be mad, but it was...more difficult than I thought. Like maybe I thought people would automatically accept it.
[karma aside...]
Iwatooshi had a few confused feelings on it, I think, but ultimately understood. The fake Mikazuki said just enough for him to ask me. [...] And I chose to tell Lucas myself.
Most people should automatically accept that others wouldn't be blasé about their own death in a normal society.
[ scien is an exception because arpéchéle is a hellpit as aerith is personally experiencing, but also it's not a normal society. ]
He is a child. You do not need to make excuses for him. We already agree that he did not mean harm, but that does not change it was inflicted. You can be allotted time to process and heal all the same.
If the others accepted it... that is steps forward. You should not have to hide one of your troubles, if you want to share it.
[you'd think that, yes, but it's a lesson in only telling people who have the mental capacity to actually listen to her.]
So you won't think it's ridiculous to pull back from telling other people for a little while? [dubiously, but still something to consider.] I don't think it'll need to come up much for a little while anyway.
But you're right. It's steps forward with people knowing, even if I don't know what to say afterwards or how to say I don't know how to fix it yet, but I want to. [...] I want to go back. More than before.
You will know when it's right for you. If you still need time to recover from a setback, it is the same thing as injuring yourself when learning a new skill like swordplay. Heal, and get back at it.
[ he won't encourage her to run away forever but emotional processing takes time or whatever (scien is still a psychopath) ]
Good.
How do you want to go back? As yourself? Or do you think it'll be disruptive to your... lifestream?
[ he's trying to remember all your fantasy terms ]
[she nods to the first part because it makes sense and she doesn't think she needs to contribute any thought to it. no questions there.]
Myself, I think. I was going back to the lifestream but I didn't get there yet. Maybe there's a reason for that. And Cloud said Zack came to him, and I still don't understand that but it has to mean there's a way.
Yeah. A little while ago. [does not explain the zack, but she thinks the time part of it is important.] I don't really know how. He left for a mission a few years ago, and he never answered any of my letters, but I know he returned to the planet. And...now with this, I don't know what it means. If Cloud could see both of us, and talk to both of us, but he's alive, then what are we? You know?
As long as that can be captured and placed into a suitable vessel, ideally as close to a copy of your body as possible, then it should work fine. Though I typically have mixed feelings about returning from the dead after prolonged disappearances... I won't pass judgment on what is necessary for your world.
[ it seems
complicated with meteors and sephiroths and whatnot ]
But that's the last resort option for reviving you.
[ he doesn't really want his tech to wander off to another room where he can't supervise it and he doesn't trust that people won't burn aerith's body upon her death to protect the secrecy of the knowledge
I do appreciate the offer. [because she has a sense of how he feels about his own creation and man-made god, etc. that being said...] But you're right, it's a last resort. I want to find a way myself, and maybe being dead here, too, will make it easier. The only thing to worry about then is explaining it to everyone else we know. It wasn't that long before we came here.
...yeah, well. [he's here, so i don't know if that means he's privy to our permanent memshare but if he is he gets blasted with this. if not then ignore me.]
We've had a few complicated issues come up. So what's one more, right?
[ matches your fog with more brain soup blonde content
A young man with fine, golden hair and crimson-stained hands crumples to the floor. His breathing comes unevenly, eyes bloodshot, and shoulders straining with every shaking breath. You don’t know him.
You don’t have to. His reputation precedes him. A midnight black coat, hood fallen around his shoulders to reveal his damp, sweaty, lovely face. Who would have guessed that the infamous Bourreau would have a frame so slight? Yet there is no mistaking it: in front of you, an executioner falls apart before his halberd can find its next victim.
On the floor of the Claude manor, he speaks to himself. Or perhaps to some higher power. Someone. Anyone. His voice is as fragile as a butterfly’s wing, still desperately trying to flutter.
“Heh... Why...? What is right, and what is wrong... I don’t know anymore...” His halberd falls to the floor, and his voice drops to a whisper. “Someone, please help...”
You see the opportunity for what it is. You stride forward. “Who is it?”
“Huh...?” The killer startles, those bright, bright blue eyes trying to find the voice despite the fact that with every step, you walk closer.
“Don’t make me repeat myself.” You’d rather not waste time. Your voice is demanding as it ever is, uncaring of the fact that this individual was seeking to kill you just hours before. “I’m asking who it is you want to save. Is it you or someone else?”
“Huh? I...”
Slow, this one. All the same, you don’t wish to be mistaken for an altruist or a saint. You are neither, and never have been. To save people is simply incidental.
“I have no reason to help a killer, but at the same time, I don’t want to be reduced to a lump of flesh,” you explain pragmatically. “I can consider offering you help if you come to our side.”
Lucas’s hollow eyes shook as a gasp escaped him. Every word left him in slow, desperate trickles. “Please... help... My young sister... Nadia... has an incurable disease...”
Covered in blood, he bows his head down to you. A devout worshiper at the feet of a god among men.
You kneel to meet him, descending to his level. “Raise your head,” you say, and catch his chin to examine his state.
Lucas’s eyes are unfocused, and he obviously stammers through his speech. It was immediately telling that he wasn’t in his right mind. You come to a quick conclusion: ‘Brainwashed and hypnotized... His eyes are dilated, so I can only assume he’s been badly drugged.’
Lucas was only able to speak by pushing through the last of his sanity.
“Ceres... That young man’s words... I... I couldn’t... give up after hearing them... I... I... I still have much to show and teach my precious younger sister... So, please... I don’t want her to only live, but...” His small frame shivered with his plea, every hope leaving him as he offered his loyalty to the only savior that your island has ever known: you. “I want Nadia to be healed completely... Please give her a normal life, and a reason to smile under the blue sky...!
“That young man said... no matter the miracle... you... Scien Brofiise... With you... He could make it happen...”
Lucas’s fingers dug into his own scalp as he cried out in agony. His sincerest wishes escaped into the space between them. A murderer begging for the salvation of his darling sister. A demon capable of impossible feats, withering away in despair.
And yet, he did not lie.
You, Scien Brofiise, are capable of making any miracle happen. To save a girl is nothing.
“Fine,” you agree. “Stop talking already.”
Lucas looks up at you, just as you take his wrists and pull them away before he crushes his own skull. A detox is necessary. He’s of no use to you like this, but with the proper steps taken? Oh, there would be no greater asset to your steps forward. It does not matter that he did not seek assistance for himself.
For as he’d said, you are Scien Brofiise. And to take a demon’s bloody hand and pull him up from the depths of his own personal hell?
Is that not the greatest act of salvation possible? ]
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[ this is so funny to him because he fucking sees it so exactly ]
Then you also know where to find me when you need a place to cry.
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Scien, I don't think you need to know a fourteen year old almost made me cry yesterday because of something stupid. Though you know I appreciate the sentiment.
[there is a reason she's bringing it up but also yeah that happened.]
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[ it's fine he's mostly just teasing
he makes an open handed gesture
go ahead and tell him ]
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[again, karma is a child, but aerith's entire relationship with karma is built around trying to get him to trust her and not lose his marbles repeatedly. he'd asked her for proof that death wasn't the end, and when she'd said she was proof herself he just trivialized her death on accident.]
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help me ]
Hades, does that kid have problems.
[ there's once again no actual malice or even irritation but just a feeling of being astonished. karma. ]
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He does. [little bit of worry, little bit of fondness.] We've talked a lot and I get where he's struggling. I know he can't fully process everything he's feeling and tends to explode and cause destruction because it's the only way for him to try and deal with it. Eventually after he was done destroying the school I asked him to try and explain. He had hopes that maybe there was a way to bring Daan and Karlach back to your side, like what happened to Camille. And it led to the conversation about how there are worse things than death, but that death isn't the end. So he asked me for proof, and I wasn't proof enough. I think he thought when I said I died that I was saved and came back after a few minutes.
[and she'd been too blindsided to correct him. also again, child.]
It's fine, we're fine, just...a lot after the other two times last week went a little better.
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[ he is proud of her for that. it shows in his feelings. noting that she is trying, and she is doing her best for it. ]
There is probably something to be said about what you learn from setbacks, but I don't care about that right now.
It's fine to be frustrated and feel invalidated. You don't need to be mad at a child, but if it stings, just say so. You tried to trust someone, and they didn't know the right thing to say. Even if it was accidental, it can cause damage.
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The good thing in all of it is he recognized it made me unhappy and apologized for going too far, so I'd still call it a win. [...] "You're always so bright and warm and full of life. It's hard for me to imagine anything otherwise." It'd be pretty stupid to actually be mad, but it was...more difficult than I thought. Like maybe I thought people would automatically accept it.
[karma aside...]
Iwatooshi had a few confused feelings on it, I think, but ultimately understood. The fake Mikazuki said just enough for him to ask me. [...] And I chose to tell Lucas myself.
[sorry she chose to blorbo your dog.]
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[ scien is an exception because arpéchéle is a hellpit as aerith is personally experiencing, but also it's not a normal society. ]
He is a child. You do not need to make excuses for him. We already agree that he did not mean harm, but that does not change it was inflicted. You can be allotted time to process and heal all the same.
If the others accepted it... that is steps forward. You should not have to hide one of your troubles, if you want to share it.
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So you won't think it's ridiculous to pull back from telling other people for a little while? [dubiously, but still something to consider.] I don't think it'll need to come up much for a little while anyway.
But you're right. It's steps forward with people knowing, even if I don't know what to say afterwards or how to say I don't know how to fix it yet, but I want to. [...] I want to go back. More than before.
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[ he won't encourage her to run away forever but emotional processing takes time or whatever (scien is still a psychopath) ]
Good.
How do you want to go back? As yourself? Or do you think it'll be disruptive to your... lifestream?
[ he's trying to remember all your fantasy terms ]
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Myself, I think. I was going back to the lifestream but I didn't get there yet. Maybe there's a reason for that. And Cloud said Zack came to him, and I still don't understand that but it has to mean there's a way.
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[ who
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As long as that can be captured and placed into a suitable vessel, ideally as close to a copy of your body as possible, then it should work fine. Though I typically have mixed feelings about returning from the dead after prolonged disappearances... I won't pass judgment on what is necessary for your world.
[ it seems
complicated with meteors and sephiroths and whatnot ]
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...isn't that similar to your reliver thing? [just shoving people into other sustainable bodies.]
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But that's the last resort option for reviving you.
[ he doesn't really want his tech to wander off to another room where he can't supervise it and he doesn't trust that people won't burn aerith's body upon her death to protect the secrecy of the knowledge
that said
he'll offer it ]
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But I do think the feelings of celebration will outweigh the misery. Even if it is complicated, it would probably be worthwhile to them.
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...yeah, well. [he's here, so i don't know if that means he's privy to our permanent memshare but if he is he gets blasted with this. if not then ignore me.]
We've had a few complicated issues come up. So what's one more, right?
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but he looks and feels thoughtful afterward ]
... his brain really is in pieces...
[ sweet cloud ]
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anyway yeah, she just looks and feels a little melancholic.]
Told you so. Make more sense why I haven't told him?
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But you have to start somewhere.
[ matches your fog with more brain soup blonde content
A young man with fine, golden hair and crimson-stained hands crumples to the floor. His breathing comes unevenly, eyes bloodshot, and shoulders straining with every shaking breath. You don’t know him.
You don’t have to. His reputation precedes him. A midnight black coat, hood fallen around his shoulders to reveal his damp, sweaty, lovely face. Who would have guessed that the infamous Bourreau would have a frame so slight? Yet there is no mistaking it: in front of you, an executioner falls apart before his halberd can find its next victim.
On the floor of the Claude manor, he speaks to himself. Or perhaps to some higher power. Someone. Anyone. His voice is as fragile as a butterfly’s wing, still desperately trying to flutter.
“Heh... Why...? What is right, and what is wrong... I don’t know anymore...” His halberd falls to the floor, and his voice drops to a whisper. “Someone, please help...”
You see the opportunity for what it is. You stride forward. “Who is it?”
“Huh...?” The killer startles, those bright, bright blue eyes trying to find the voice despite the fact that with every step, you walk closer.
“Don’t make me repeat myself.” You’d rather not waste time. Your voice is demanding as it ever is, uncaring of the fact that this individual was seeking to kill you just hours before. “I’m asking who it is you want to save. Is it you or someone else?”
“Huh? I...”
Slow, this one. All the same, you don’t wish to be mistaken for an altruist or a saint. You are neither, and never have been. To save people is simply incidental.
“I have no reason to help a killer, but at the same time, I don’t want to be reduced to a lump of flesh,” you explain pragmatically. “I can consider offering you help if you come to our side.”
Lucas’s hollow eyes shook as a gasp escaped him. Every word left him in slow, desperate trickles. “Please... help... My young sister... Nadia... has an incurable disease...”
Covered in blood, he bows his head down to you. A devout worshiper at the feet of a god among men.
You kneel to meet him, descending to his level. “Raise your head,” you say, and catch his chin to examine his state.
Lucas’s eyes are unfocused, and he obviously stammers through his speech. It was immediately telling that he wasn’t in his right mind. You come to a quick conclusion: ‘Brainwashed and hypnotized... His eyes are dilated, so I can only assume he’s been badly drugged.’
Lucas was only able to speak by pushing through the last of his sanity.
“Ceres... That young man’s words... I... I couldn’t... give up after hearing them... I... I... I still have much to show and teach my precious younger sister... So, please... I don’t want her to only live, but...” His small frame shivered with his plea, every hope leaving him as he offered his loyalty to the only savior that your island has ever known: you. “I want Nadia to be healed completely... Please give her a normal life, and a reason to smile under the blue sky...!
“That young man said... no matter the miracle... you... Scien Brofiise... With you... He could make it happen...”
Lucas’s fingers dug into his own scalp as he cried out in agony. His sincerest wishes escaped into the space between them. A murderer begging for the salvation of his darling sister. A demon capable of impossible feats, withering away in despair.
And yet, he did not lie.
You, Scien Brofiise, are capable of making any miracle happen. To save a girl is nothing.
“Fine,” you agree. “Stop talking already.”
Lucas looks up at you, just as you take his wrists and pull them away before he crushes his own skull. A detox is necessary. He’s of no use to you like this, but with the proper steps taken? Oh, there would be no greater asset to your steps forward. It does not matter that he did not seek assistance for himself.
For as he’d said, you are Scien Brofiise. And to take a demon’s bloody hand and pull him up from the depths of his own personal hell?
Is that not the greatest act of salvation possible? ]
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