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thefoundation2019-04-20 11:05 am
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WEEK 4 TRIAL
It was noon on Saturday.
No matter where they were, no matter what they were doing...the moment the chimes rang out through the hall, they felt a change.
The world...began to expand, as they felt themselves leaving the world they were on, and towards another, much larger world...🗈
No matter where they were, no matter what they were doing...the moment the chimes rang out through the hall, they felt a change.
The world...began to expand, as they felt themselves leaving the world they were on, and towards another, much larger world...🗈
...As always, the courtroom was there - along with the audience, watching, waiting for the entertainment before them.
The Witch - Nirrti - was there, sitting in the most important place, watching all of them with a sharp, cruel gaze, though no smile could be seen on her face today.
Watanuki was also there, but he merely lounged in the back behind them, smoking a kiseru pipe in silence.
...It seemed as if he was content to watch - that he had to watch - as part of the rules of the game.
There was no music to be heard, but... perhaps on another plane, in another place, someone else heard music as they gazed upon the proceedings.
Again, their forms had changed - perhaps into something different than last time, but...still a change, no matter how dramatic or inconsequential it was.
...There was a deep silence in the room, one that no one wanted to break. It was the faint tension in the air, like the moments before a race or a competition begins.
Truth was elusive, yet they had to find it.
No matter how painful, or upsetting.
No badly how much they all hurt.
For the sake of the dead...and the sake of them all.
The Witch - Nirrti - was there, sitting in the most important place, watching all of them with a sharp, cruel gaze, though no smile could be seen on her face today.
Watanuki was also there, but he merely lounged in the back behind them, smoking a kiseru pipe in silence.
...It seemed as if he was content to watch - that he had to watch - as part of the rules of the game.
There was no music to be heard, but... perhaps on another plane, in another place, someone else heard music as they gazed upon the proceedings.
Again, their forms had changed - perhaps into something different than last time, but...still a change, no matter how dramatic or inconsequential it was.
...There was a deep silence in the room, one that no one wanted to break. It was the faint tension in the air, like the moments before a race or a competition begins.
Truth was elusive, yet they had to find it.
No matter how painful, or upsetting.
No badly how much they all hurt.
For the sake of the dead...and the sake of them all.
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Please live. And watch over Kimihiro for me. I told you what he said to me, didn't I? Take my place.
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That's not fair, Tsubasa! Don't you dare ask me to... I can't.
[He tries desperately to pull away those swords, but he's no fighter. He's never been a fighter. So he just struggles like a bug trying to move a mountain, wailing at the effort]
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[ Syaoran - no, Tsubasa - doesn't move from where he stands. He could have honestly taken the swords out himself, but he just simply.
He refused to. ]
Kimihiro needs someone to stop him from turning fully into a Witch. He needs someone to balance him and I- . . . I can't, anymore. The Witch wants us to blame her. She wants us to curse her.
To be honest, she's just like Fei Wang Reed. She dipped too much into her hatred, and got people uninvolved in her messes. No matter what we saw of that past, that doesn't change the mistakes she made in life. And that she, too, is running away from them. From the truth.
. . . Please. It might not be fair, but I need you to do this.
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Okay... okay I can do that...
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[He's just gonna kiss the side of his face because at this point any sense of shame or pride he has is stripped clean]
trc spoilers i fuckin guess
You have nothing to apologize for, Takumi. Okay? Whoever shows up wearing my face won't be me. It'll be someone that looks like me but isn't me.
[ He laughs a little. ]
The person I wanted you to meet. . . was my father. But by doing this, I guess I'm killing him, too. Since his soul is in here.
[ He points at his chest. ]
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It'll just take a little longer... so it's okay.
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I believe in you all, after all.
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