[ The child snaps, spits out the words with abandon, eyes wide and rolling. His hands clutch at her hand, the hand holds him, clinging to it despite everything.
And despite everything, there is not the easy insanity in his gaze, the affordable sight that could write off this whole encounter. There is something unhinged, yes, but still near-perfect sanity, the complete and perfect realization of one in complete control of their mind and self. Their words.
Albedo clings to her hand, nails lightly digging, expression crumbling. ]
You said it...!
[ She had told him, in a time long since past, the first time they had crossed paths--had warred and fought, spilled blood and truths. ]
What am I?! Time spent, time wasted, time eternal! How bleak!
[ The words are a perfect recall, something burned into his bones the second they were uttered. ]
And you said my very wish! You hoped as well that I would find the person that could kill me!
[ It is cruel, even as he doesn't mean it to be. He wishes only for her understanding in his desperation, but those words were uttered by a girl not in full control of herself. Prioritizing destruction instead of life itself.
Those words, though... They should be remembered. It was those words that had pushed the uncaring entity into a basic attack, throwing her off of him and away, when her killing him had not.
Those words had affected, where nothing else had touched. She had spoken more perfectly than any would ever say, and she understood more than his brothers ever would.
Speak of time eternal, and he would know breaking--hell was the knowledge that he would continue endlessly while all others faded away. Hell was being a sensitive child and digging graves to mourn your siblings' losses before their deaths, so you wouldn't break when they did. Hell was but eternity, spanning out and forever, a million possibilities, endless and everything, and Albedo alone. Forever cut off from all those that truly lived.
That was the truth, and he would have called otherwise. Would have claimed ascension at his root--called out to his metaphorical wings burning as he flew too close to the sun. Albedo had fallen, and he knew ascension well.
But that child, alone and lost, had never truly died. No, not at all. It laid, trembling and tearful, within his breast, and this girl, this perfect girl, had unearthed his greatest want and most terrible fear. ]
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Everything!
[ The child snaps, spits out the words with abandon, eyes wide and rolling. His hands clutch at her hand, the hand holds him, clinging to it despite everything.
And despite everything, there is not the easy insanity in his gaze, the affordable sight that could write off this whole encounter. There is something unhinged, yes, but still near-perfect sanity, the complete and perfect realization of one in complete control of their mind and self. Their words.
Albedo clings to her hand, nails lightly digging, expression crumbling. ]
You said it...!
[ She had told him, in a time long since past, the first time they had crossed paths--had warred and fought, spilled blood and truths. ]
What am I?! Time spent, time wasted, time eternal! How bleak!
[ The words are a perfect recall, something burned into his bones the second they were uttered. ]
And you said my very wish! You hoped as well that I would find the person that could kill me!
[ It is cruel, even as he doesn't mean it to be. He wishes only for her understanding in his desperation, but those words were uttered by a girl not in full control of herself. Prioritizing destruction instead of life itself.
Those words, though... They should be remembered. It was those words that had pushed the uncaring entity into a basic attack, throwing her off of him and away, when her killing him had not.
Those words had affected, where nothing else had touched. She had spoken more perfectly than any would ever say, and she understood more than his brothers ever would.
Speak of time eternal, and he would know breaking--hell was the knowledge that he would continue endlessly while all others faded away. Hell was being a sensitive child and digging graves to mourn your siblings' losses before their deaths, so you wouldn't break when they did. Hell was but eternity, spanning out and forever, a million possibilities, endless and everything, and Albedo alone. Forever cut off from all those that truly lived.
That was the truth, and he would have called otherwise. Would have claimed ascension at his root--called out to his metaphorical wings burning as he flew too close to the sun. Albedo had fallen, and he knew ascension well.
But that child, alone and lost, had never truly died. No, not at all. It laid, trembling and tearful, within his breast, and this girl, this perfect girl, had unearthed his greatest want and most terrible fear. ]