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At Nevena's answer, Sun turned to look up at the Tower. The Voice was in there, probably at the top. She felt an intense moment of curiosity and bitter resentment. Who was this Voice, really? Even after death, the answer had been unclear. Some fragment of the True King? A meddler, she thought, and wondered if she could be angry at what had given her existence. Would it have been better not to exist at all? Even if she was fake? Her thoughts were interrupted when Nevena moved.

Old habits die hard. When she saw to whom Nevena ran, Sun immediately followed. The words 'My King' died on her tongue, though. She was no longer of the Black Kingdom, Aymet had left her to die on the battlefield, and Sun also left that part of her there.

"Aymet." she said instead, looking up into face, wondering who he really was, and if the other Sun knew him.

[Entering from Death Solo]

The newly minted silver walked through the fight, moving silently, hardly looking to the left of the right of him. His purple mohawk was combed down, pressing against his scalp and almost looking like regular hair. Only when the wind blew did it flutter, revealing the shaved sides. The silver eyes that had once been filled with anger or determination, or even joy, were silent and cold. He had a job to do--one that he neither dreaded or looked forward to.

His body was following the cry of the Voice, letting it lead him while his mind silently gave into the demands--and clung to an image that he had just seen. He was trying to understand how he felt about the man that had his name. Roch--he didn't even know what it was short for, he realized abruptly.

What was his full name?

He moved to the right, dodging a pair fighting, slipping past another pair talking--the mixture of emotions didn't even seem to register in Roch's mind, no, he moved through the grounds and headed for the stairs, drawn into his own personal world.

Why should he have to say goodbye? He hated that word. Who would he say goodbye to, if he did? Sharra--his biking buddy. He'd liked Sharra, he decided. Fox girl--the one that he talked to, who got distracted so easily. She had been his friend, he thought. Bix--well, he hadn't agreed with the guy much, but damn he'd been a good biker... Zephy, the one who he was pretty sure had been more scared of death than him...

But they were probably as fake as he was, he thought as he started up the stairs. Whatever happened to him--well, that'd happen to him, too. There was no reason to say goodbye if they were going to the same place right? Even if that place was... probably into nothingness.

But there was still the Captain, he thought.

He stopped, he turned. He lifted two fingers to his forehead, saluting the Captain and those he was going with. The word went unspoken, but he could hear it in his mind.

Goodbye.

[EXIT to first floor]

She was lagging behind, having lost valuable time in annoying the Fake Aymet with her overpowering Sun. Therefore Amrita was scrambling, running towards the tower and looking around for the large Black Shadow who had threatened her. Naturally it didn't take her long to spot him, and when she did she made a beeline for him, confident that she could at least approach him without being murdered.

She didn't say anything to the King, at least not yet. She just cropped up beside him, arms folded across her chest for the time being. It was something of a truce stance, not going to lash out at him but clearly not going to leave him alone.

"Hi."

((Enter))

Madison stared up at the tower. Her mana was gone, taken from her along with her allegiance to Gold. Kouki was gone, or perhaps he was a part of her now. There were others here, but she paid them no heed. Her search for meaning had to carry her upwards. She felt this instinctively.

The squabbles of false Kings did not matter now. She moved on.

((Exit))

The blow sent Julian back into Belladonna, pushing her until he fell to his knees, his sword clattering to the ground. Alpha howled once and then was gone, just another part of him in this world. He didn't think, how could he have not thought the act might be foolish, putting himself in front of his friend when he knew that the king would attack. He was disappearing, fading away. He didn't want to die, didn't want Death to come for him. He was a herald, he didn't want to meet his master yet.

And yet, as he started to fade, the pain went away. It was cold, numb, but at least it didn't hurt anymore. He just wished... He wished he'd tried harder, for his friends, for his future.
He didn't want to go. His mouth moved slowly, he was almost gone.
"I'm sorry... Lumi..." And then there was no more.

[Dead]

"I refuse... to to be taken in by empty lies." Aymet lifted his hand from the wound, letting the black blood drip from his claws. It certainly didn't feel like a dream. Maybe a nightmare. "Have you even any proof of your world? If I am killed, how do you know your friend does not die with me?"

"Not you too..." His observation was muted at best. His once-paladin was not of his kingdom any more, that much was plain to see. All he had entrusted, given power, had descended into madness. Would they all betray him in the end?

"You never quit, do you?" he lamented the moment Amrita's voice reached his ears. "You're very much like her, you know. That's what makes it so revolting."

Nevena made a violent, vexed sound at those words, openly rolling her eyes before she fixed them upon Amrita. She was still in one piece, then. Good. The gorgon would have never forgiven her if she'd squandered her chance to come to this place.

"I know because I said so." She snapped, haughtily tossing her head so that her hair hissed with irritation. "Don't ask stupid questions."

His words towards the Sun made her puff up a little, perhaps with pride. "Some can see sense. Don't begrudge them that!"