[ As someone used to battling giants that might as well be compared to gods, Setsuna is mostly unaffected by the intimidating height of that bloodthirsty snake. If anything, it only fuels his determination further. He's seen something like this before... Many, many years ago when he thought his life was coming to an end. But it didn't, and he's been granted a chance to live. Today, he is indeed alive... And he intends to continue remaining so. Without hesitation or fear, the young Meister boards his motorcycle and takes position as the battle begins.
"I live for no one but my goddess..." Such a sad statement. It stirs something inside of Setsuna, nearly wanting to scream. But he knows better than to do so. This priestess has long died. What they're seeing is likely an illusion of the past, a phenomena of this long forgotten temple. In order to redeem this priestess and end this nightmare, they all know what they must do. Don't look into the past, don't think about what can't be changed anymore. That is also a part of living on. The bike's engine sounds across the large room, echoing as particles of light form a gentle wind against him. He stays in place, observing as the mad little priestess spout desperate pleas. ]
... God does not exist.
[ Maybe that's a little too sudden. But Setsuna wasn't particularly talking to his comrades. Maybe he isn't necessarily talking to the priestess, either. He's reminding himself of why he's here, and why he must fight here and now. Because not a single god will save him from this situation... No, he must do it with his own power. To live with one's own will, that's the answer he's long carried inside of his heart. He briefly looks at Gilgamesh and Vietnam, giving them a faint smile before turning his head away.
And then, he steps on it, blazing forward ahead of them to gain the aggression of the priestess and her giant snake. ]
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"I live for no one but my goddess..." Such a sad statement. It stirs something inside of Setsuna, nearly wanting to scream. But he knows better than to do so. This priestess has long died. What they're seeing is likely an illusion of the past, a phenomena of this long forgotten temple. In order to redeem this priestess and end this nightmare, they all know what they must do. Don't look into the past, don't think about what can't be changed anymore. That is also a part of living on. The bike's engine sounds across the large room, echoing as particles of light form a gentle wind against him. He stays in place, observing as the mad little priestess spout desperate pleas. ]
... God does not exist.
[ Maybe that's a little too sudden. But Setsuna wasn't particularly talking to his comrades. Maybe he isn't necessarily talking to the priestess, either. He's reminding himself of why he's here, and why he must fight here and now. Because not a single god will save him from this situation... No, he must do it with his own power. To live with one's own will, that's the answer he's long carried inside of his heart. He briefly looks at Gilgamesh and Vietnam, giving them a faint smile before turning his head away.
And then, he steps on it, blazing forward ahead of them to gain the aggression of the priestess and her giant snake. ]