[And as far as he's concerned, they always will be.]
[Monsters can't hold hands with others if they're stained with blood.]
[The story about the Directors makes him close his eyes a little, rocking Malkuth back and forth a little as he thinks. An E.G.O born of anger and love.]
[Its almost like he can feel the prickling of thorns around his head.]
...That is why relationships are discouraged, you know. [His tone is dull, but with the hint of bittersweetness.] You will always lose what you come to love. This is what the City does.
She was hard to beat. It took a lot of us to suppress her, [ she mumbles, remembering the way the fight turns, the way she looked so alike to malkuth's own fiery form,
thinks of dying passion and the way phoenixes are said to rise from those ashes, again and again, ] but that's what you'd expect from a Grade 1. I'd never wanna do it again.
[ it sucked. it wasn't even rewarding after. not that the fights really are, but... still. ]
I still think that it's worth to love though. In whatever way you can. I love my coworkers a lot, I... I miss them a lot too. [ even if part of it now is... her own fault... ] But I get it. I do. Lisa wasn't the same after Enoch. Ayin wasn't the same after Carmen either, but no one really was.
[ ... no one really was, her fingers pressing hard a moment against the nape of his neck before she sighs. where the high is high, the low is low; malkuth sinks against him more, sniffling with a soft, sorrowed whine. ]
No one was... We shattered... Even if we're closer now, it's painful to remember...
[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.
... Because love is what saves people. It hurts when you lose it, or when you never had it returned in the first place, [ never had the chance for it to be returned, ] but so many people are saved just because someone else loved them.
[ if xiao had succeeded, then she would have saved lowell's book. maybe he would have popped right out, once escaping the library. she wishes she knew. ]
The world is changed when someone loves. I think it's a wonderful, powerful thing, and that's why the City doesn't like it. It isn't easy to control.
[ ... unpredictable and impossibly strong, but steadfast and faithful... ]
[And here he is, trudging along his path like a colossus, unable to be stopped.]
[He falls silent at that. Yes, the City would never want anything like it. So be it. At the end, he could turn back to his dream, tear out his own heart, and use the blood to cut it all down.]
[He could do that, if he loses everything.]
[Vergilius shakes his head.]
......Mm. [He doesn't know what to say.] Should we go....?
[ how many songs have played? one, three? she hums in agreement, a hand dropping to wipe at her face as if thinking there's tears (there are, he's a little wet on front) and then the other joins it at her side. ]
Sorry. Yeah. I'm tired anyway. Thanks for dancing with me.
[ not his fault. she's just finally feeling the rush drain from her body, though she still rests against him. ]
Wanna stay someplace local? I don't know if I'll make the walk back to the base, and I'd feel bad making you carry me.
[Yes, she does look like she might just stumble out of here like a new baby fawn on unsteady legs. Trekking all the way back to that shuttle may not be the best bet.]
[And yes, he could leave her. He could also carry her. But the first will absolutely invite her wrath (and...yes, he would feel bad about it, admittedly) and the second would just be awkward. He detaches his hands, one after the other, and nods.]
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[And as far as he's concerned, they always will be.]
[Monsters can't hold hands with others if they're stained with blood.]
[The story about the Directors makes him close his eyes a little, rocking Malkuth back and forth a little as he thinks. An E.G.O born of anger and love.]
[Its almost like he can feel the prickling of thorns around his head.]
...That is why relationships are discouraged, you know. [His tone is dull, but with the hint of bittersweetness.] You will always lose what you come to love. This is what the City does.
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thinks of dying passion and the way phoenixes are said to rise from those ashes, again and again, ] but that's what you'd expect from a Grade 1. I'd never wanna do it again.
[ it sucked. it wasn't even rewarding after. not that the fights really are, but... still. ]
I still think that it's worth to love though. In whatever way you can. I love my coworkers a lot, I... I miss them a lot too. [ even if part of it now is... her own fault... ] But I get it. I do. Lisa wasn't the same after Enoch. Ayin wasn't the same after Carmen either, but no one really was.
[ ... no one really was, her fingers pressing hard a moment against the nape of his neck before she sighs. where the high is high, the low is low; malkuth sinks against him more, sniffling with a soft, sorrowed whine. ]
No one was... We shattered... Even if we're closer now, it's painful to remember...
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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.
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[ if xiao had succeeded, then she would have saved lowell's book. maybe he would have popped right out, once escaping the library. she wishes she knew. ]
The world is changed when someone loves. I think it's a wonderful, powerful thing, and that's why the City doesn't like it. It isn't easy to control.
[ ... unpredictable and impossibly strong, but steadfast and faithful... ]
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[The despair he felt.]
[And here he is, trudging along his path like a colossus, unable to be stopped.]
[He falls silent at that. Yes, the City would never want anything like it. So be it. At the end, he could turn back to his dream, tear out his own heart, and use the blood to cut it all down.]
[He could do that, if he loses everything.]
[Vergilius shakes his head.]
......Mm. [He doesn't know what to say.] Should we go....?
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Sorry. Yeah. I'm tired anyway. Thanks for dancing with me.
[ not his fault. she's just finally feeling the rush drain from her body, though she still rests against him. ]
Wanna stay someplace local? I don't know if I'll make the walk back to the base, and I'd feel bad making you carry me.
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[And yes, he could leave her. He could also carry her. But the first will absolutely invite her wrath (and...yes, he would feel bad about it, admittedly) and the second would just be awkward. He detaches his hands, one after the other, and nods.]
Sure. At least until you sober up.