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 Posted: Mon May 08, 2017 7:34 pm
Arseno sighed, knowing that what Faustite said was correct, though he was a bit sad for the lieutenant that the kid accepted his fate so easily. Arseno would have fought with all he had to escape it. He loved his family too much. But Faustite... that didn't seem to matter, and Arseno wondered what kind of home life Faustite had to endure. "All right then. If you wish then we won't discuss it if you just want to move forward now." Although he couldn't quite agree with what the lieutenant said, especially when it came to Benitoite who seemed to still keep his humanity and feelings in tact.
Perhaps Arseno had just been lucky that he was his general, even if he had been turned because of the general's anger. But he was also attacked by that youma...
"Hmm... it seems you have been changing your mind a bit about the White Moon though. That they are a bit conceited in what they do." Arseno certainly wasn't a fan of them. "They seem not to care as to why we're in the Negaverse in the first place and just believe that somehow we can escape even if we did switch sides." He shook his head a bit. "No... the Negaverse has already taken over much of the planet. And the White Moon only seem to be concerned in saving the people of the planet just because." The chaos was talking now. It seemed to be convincing both of them that the White Moon was the problem. That they were not the people on the correct side. That perhaps they were doing all of this out of selfishness but the Negaverse wanted to change.
He put his hand gently on the other's shoulder, like Benitoite had done to him many times. "If you need to go, go. You need explanations and answers. And you need to rest, especially with that injury you have. Try and sleep and get your energy back. And then go wherever or to whomever you need to and if you want, I'll stay in communication with you if you need it."
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Posted: Mon May 08, 2017 7:48 pm
Was this pity too? It seemed so. And how was he to purge the pity from others? Was there anything to be done of it? Or was that his curse, now, with eyes as black as the space between stars? Faustite didn't know. He couldn't know, even with the fever-pitch thrumming through his heart, drawing ever closer now. He wanted it so. He hated it so. And it would consume him, in time.
But that time was not now.
The touch to shoulder was neither welcome nor hated. He could not shirk the sympathetic grasp of a killer any more than he could his own fingers. With it, however, Arsenopyrite brought the answer a little closer. Ever more now, and he might come up with something - a Reason. Surely one lingered in the cold touch of that black blade so, so long ago. He had to believe it so.
He chose not to express any of it to Arsenopyrite, not yet. Not until he knew more of the strange sights that plagued him, that haunted dreams and waking hours with the same tenacity. Umber himself knew little of it, and chose instead to consider reporting it to the Negaverse, but no such report arose in the database - Faustite checked in all his idle hours. The Captain said himself that the Negaverse took over much of the planet. Surely the answer lay in there, or in the falsehood of morals. God was dead, after all. They killed him themselves. And what's a world meant to last without that sort of passion?
"Will you take me back into Negaspace?" The whimsical world of men offered no place for him; he needed to retreat to the caves far below the surface if he wanted more time to himself.
More blackness, more dull glow of the crystals overhead, more Negaverse agents marching the halls like death row inmates to their final sentencing.
Ever more now, he wanted to go home.
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Posted: Mon May 08, 2017 7:52 pm
Faustite seemed resigned and very tired and probably needed some place to think. Surely there was somewhere in the Cathedral that the lieutenant could stay. And he probably already knew of it now, though Arseno had no idea. He would have to ask about it later.
The lieutenant did ask one thing though, and it was very easy to accommodate. "Of course." Arseno said, keeping his hand on the other's shoulders. "Get ready." Was all he said before he concentrated and they were whisked to the Negaspace and eventually parting their ways, at least for now.
Arseno would have to think about all of this and what this all meant but for now, the both of them needed to rest.
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