[See, and this is why he's reminded, once again, of his distaste for the Library. Its intertwined in Malkuth in ways he can't ever dislodge. She was a part of that. Roland, apparently, was also a part of that. So was Kali. Iori entered, and left. It was some kind of black pit, and while he knows Malkuth said it was to do good in her eyes, he can't understand how.]
[The names come and go. He doesn't recognize them. She's loved and lost. He's loved and lost. The image of the Library fades - Vergilius adjusts his grip, worried that she might just go on and slink to the floor while she's at it.]
...But see, why is it worth it to love? That pain hurts like nothing else.
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[See, and this is why he's reminded, once again, of his distaste for the Library. Its intertwined in Malkuth in ways he can't ever dislodge. She was a part of that. Roland, apparently, was also a part of that. So was Kali. Iori entered, and left. It was some kind of black pit, and while he knows Malkuth said it was to do good in her eyes, he can't understand how.]
[The names come and go. He doesn't recognize them. She's loved and lost. He's loved and lost. The image of the Library fades - Vergilius adjusts his grip, worried that she might just go on and slink to the floor while she's at it.]
...But see, why is it worth it to love? That pain hurts like nothing else.