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Daustua shrugs at Perrian’s question. “What exact importance I am to them I'm not sure, nor do I really want to find out. Never the less, they still consider me their property. Allen’s still out there after all. Remember he escaped from us when they tried to reclaim me and the other experiments outside the lab. I just got to keep my guard up that’s all."

Mitzka walks into the dilapidated surrounding that was once the home of Vincent. In her arms she holds that of the body of Daustua. Though the tree girl was about as big as Mitzka she didn’t seem to have any trouble carrying her. She set her down gently under a nearby tree. Daustua’s wounds had fully healed from the tournament. She looked as if she could be sleeping; however Mitzka knew the truth of it. Though her body was alive, there was no one their. She was simply an empty shell. It was odd, though her existence as Dasutua was brief; it had given her a new take on life.

Mitzka walks over to the abounded house. The door was cracked slightly ajar. She chuckled to herself. It was her as Daustua who had left it that way. Walking inside she glanced about the room. Leaves and ruble were strewn about the floor. Part of the place was covered by the caved in roof. Brushing off a chair she sat down and pulled out a book. She was waiting for someone. When he would arrive she had no idea, but it did not matter, for she had all the time in the world.

A soft voice echoed from the doorway to his house. “Greetings Vincent.” A girl of about 18 then steps into view from the doorway. She stood about 5’7” and had and elegant slender build. Her hair was long and strait and was of a extremely pale blond color. Her skin was strikingly pale and it contrasted heavily with her black and maroon dress. “I am Mitzka Areathos, though you knew me as Daustua, an attempt by my brother to return me to innocence.” She glances over at the still form of the plant girl. Somehow the shell is still alive, though I am no longer part of it."

((A very rough sketch of Mitzka, I know the proportions are off but im still tweaking her character design a bit.))

“Evil?” Mitzka seemed to mull over the word for a moment. “Such a subjective term, yes, I have done some evil things. But I can guarantee you…” Mitzka’s voice darkened a bit, as if dwelling on an unhappy thought, “…they weren’t entirely without warrant.”

Suddenly an image flashes in Vincent’s mind. It was very brief, but all too vivid in detail. You appear to be behind metal bars in some forsaken dungeon, looking at a bloody table. Upon it is stretched a boy of about 16 years of age. His stomach is cut open and his guts are stretched out for display. His entire body is covered in cuts and burns, with his skin being removed in several areas. Yet, strangely, he somehow ias still alive. A sobbing is heard and it sounds like it is coming from you. However, you realize it is not your voice, but that of Mitzka’s--you are seeing through her eyes. A thin, pale, white arm stretches vainly towards the boy through the bars. The boy weakly turns to look at you. Some words can be made out in between Mitska’s sobbing: “Please… please die… so they cannot hurt you anymore.”

“I…I am not sure. She exists even though I am separated from her, I don’t know what that means. I still feel a connection to her. Though she is little more then a living doll now, she is precious to me. I think I may take her back to my brother.” Mitzka looks over at Daustua again. She looked so peaceful lying there underneath the tree. It was a strange time for Mitzka. It was like have two sets of completely different Persona’s competing for in her mind. It would take her time to integrate them both into her psyche.

Mitzka walked from the forlorn house over to the oasis by the edge of the clearing. She then stares at the water for a moment. “How much of you has returned?” She then turns and faces Vincent. “How much of you is still missing?” She then turns back to the waterfall. When I was Daustua, I experienced something here. “It must have been part of you for when I touched it I experienced a memory of yours. A memory of betrayal, a death of a loved one, and that of your own."

Mitzka seemed lost in thought for a moment as she stared at her refection in the pond. She picked up on Vincent’s emotions and had them further amplified by her own. “Your world was taken away from you…I know what that is like…In many ways…we are kindred spirit.” Mitzka then turns and walks up to Vincent and stares directly into his eyes. “I want to know. How is it that you stand before me? You clearly died on that fateful day, yet I do not sense the taint of undeath about you. How is it that you still live?”

Mitzka’s eyes cast towards the ground. Though impressed by his display, she seemed a little disappointed by the answer, like it wasn’t quite what she wanted to hear. “Oh, I see…” an aura of sadness seemed to radiate from her. But then it dissipated for a moment as she asked her next question. “How did you become an Angel?”