[ Gloved fingers tightened around the edge of her chakram, what she could hold on to, at least. Crimson eyes swept over Allen's form, looking for some sign of hostility. Yet when none was found, she focused, she listened.
They were so different, the boy and herself. Although in the past she might have thought of things as he had, been able to see the world as he did. But she had so many questions about her existence, about the world she had been born into... ]
This world has no place for us.
[ What was an Intoner? What was the purpose of an Intoner? Why was there no record of them?
She had thought if she studied everything within the great library of Cathedral City, that she would find the answer to all those questions. Somewhere within the birthplace of magic, surely there were answers to what she sought.
But the answers she had found had not come from the library, but from another source. One she could hardly recall anymore. ]
We who were called forth to fight a war that will mean nothing to us when we return from whence we came. There is nothing else for us beyond that. Just to fight mindlessly like pawns.
[ She had been carved into being by the Flower, a parasite that wanted only to destroy. To end all existence. The Black Flower which had taken up residence within Zero. The Black Flower that could not continue existing, that could only be destroyed by a dragon. ]
Your choice will mean very little in the end. For what it is worth, however, your gentleness may mean something to someone. But I would not waste my time.
[ One had been such a fool.
She had believed, truly believed that she and her sisters could bring about peace, prosperity to Midgard. That with their Song they could save the world. But their Song, their very existence, only served to destroy. To drive man insane, before they fell to the power of the Flower. Were taken over by it.
When Zero had killed her, the look in her eye had been strangely soft, hadn't it? ]
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They were so different, the boy and herself. Although in the past she might have thought of things as he had, been able to see the world as he did. But she had so many questions about her existence, about the world she had been born into... ]
This world has no place for us.
[ What was an Intoner? What was the purpose of an Intoner? Why was there no record of them?
She had thought if she studied everything within the great library of Cathedral City, that she would find the answer to all those questions. Somewhere within the birthplace of magic, surely there were answers to what she sought.
But the answers she had found had not come from the library, but from another source. One she could hardly recall anymore. ]
We who were called forth to fight a war that will mean nothing to us when we return from whence we came. There is nothing else for us beyond that. Just to fight mindlessly like pawns.
[ She had been carved into being by the Flower, a parasite that wanted only to destroy. To end all existence. The Black Flower which had taken up residence within Zero. The Black Flower that could not continue existing, that could only be destroyed by a dragon. ]
Your choice will mean very little in the end. For what it is worth, however, your gentleness may mean something to someone. But I would not waste my time.
[ One had been such a fool.
She had believed, truly believed that she and her sisters could bring about peace, prosperity to Midgard. That with their Song they could save the world. But their Song, their very existence, only served to destroy. To drive man insane, before they fell to the power of the Flower. Were taken over by it.
When Zero had killed her, the look in her eye had been strangely soft, hadn't it? ]