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﹙It would bloom again. The Light would flicker, and the City would learn to see something new. Maybe a new human kindness.
Maybe Saude could learn that, too. Alongside them. Her eyes fall onto the other with a sure smile.﹚
You know it would be my honor, Director.
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﹙Absent mindedly .. a hand itching towards the mask. Not this time, however—she restrains herself.﹚
Not do. I'd wanna say ...
… Someone told me one thing when I went in the Library.
That when I'd get in—it'd be an idea to do as I want to, nothing holding me back.
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﹙And she was just as charming. Saude leaves them onto the ground with an infinite gentleness.﹚
Fine, fine. Doesn’t hurt to do something that ... I wanted to do for myself.
For once in my life, I felt sick of weighing pros and cons.
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Well ... I'll be here to help, right? Whatever it is that is here, I think. Not like I have much choice, yeah?
﹙The smirk continues onto his lips, still holding them very carefully. The clock that averted their gaze wasn't something new—
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ᅠᅠᅠᅠ( That dipshit little smile of hers... not a sight they thought they'd miss. Realizing that, they look away slightly. )
ᅠᅠᅠᅠ< M-Mhm. Yes... they'll return to the City. But... what about you? It's not like you can exactly just walk back now, can you... >
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﹙She's right there to assist. Hands stretch forward, catching the other—and scooping them up, bridal style. That wasn't entirely planned ... Saude's eyes looked down with a light smile.﹚
They’re coming back, right?
Had a feeling this would all work out.
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Eh, close enough ... I was tryin' to be nice.
﹙Saude looks down briefly. Then back to them, tilting her head.﹚
Almost evaporated on the last day, pulled you out of the pillar of light.
You were gonna die. I wasn't gonna take any chances.
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Dante! Good to see you after so long, eh?
﹙What a cheerful tone. She didn't want them gone. It was hard for her to even speak those words of death. Finally. The fight was over.﹚
Guess you ... returned to a mechanical body.
… Your face's all pale again. Why's that?
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﹙She observes. Lips parted, Saude then finally manages to grasp at her mask—managing to start pulling it off her face, like peeling off another layer from herself.
It was hard to even begin to realise it all. The things they've done together.
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Please, please read this! I'm very proud of this little solo I wrote last night. It may be a tad incoherent, but I love it nevertheless.
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﹙This was worthless. Or was it her own perception that deemed it so? What misery did she seek? What was the misery she wanted to so ever dearly hold? That fight resulted in .. exactly nothing.
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﹙In her infinite weakness, she would make a choice. In her time, she would fail. Would mourning mean the end of hate? After sorrow, does mourning suffice?
Would it be someone new to embrace?﹚
... do know I can ... just kill you in the meantime instead, right?
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﹙With that, comes a heavy sigh. Like a burden lifted off her heart. Saude glances up to the other.
Would letting go mean mourning sorrow again? Leaving to bury what was once her shrivelling hatred for that creature, that ... machine?﹚
… You ...
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ᅠᅠᅠᅠ< I ask of you as a dear friend, Saude. That is, if you even consider me as your friend... To expell everything I gathered until now will take time. I will be vulnerable for this moment. >
ᅠᅠᅠᅠ< Could you leave me be while I do that? >
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... It's ... selfish to ...
﹙——do that, she would've said.
The sword clanks to the ground, finally managing to stand up straight, despite her wounds. She doesn't want to let go. Saude can't.
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ᅠᅠᅠᅠ< I can reverse this. I will let go of it all. Of the Library, the librarians, of my own freedom. At least, all those who died here, including your friend, Pilot... at least they will be brought back. >
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You're ... kidding, right?
You have to ... you have to be.
﹙Gritting her teeth, she raises to her feet, still gripping her sword—like a conductor of chaos. The mask never slips. It never will, it never shall.﹚
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