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thefoundation2019-05-11 12:49 pm
foundationmods) wrote in thefoundation2019-05-11 12:49 pm
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FINAL TRIAL
...Finally, it was time to begin.
The unlit pyre rose before them, tall and massive.
The smell of smoke wafted around them, as the Witch stood before them - flanked by all her demons and her servants.
The Pieces she had taken.🗈
The unlit pyre rose before them, tall and massive.
The smell of smoke wafted around them, as the Witch stood before them - flanked by all her demons and her servants.
The Pieces she had taken.🗈
There was no audience, no trial.
It was just them...and the Witch.
The Witch who stood before the pyre, as if accepting her fate.
In this, this final hour... Music could be heard by both the pieces and those that looked on from another plane.
Their forms were changed again, for the final time - to those of the trial.
A trial that could easily turn into an execution...or a redemption.
But it still had to happen.
If something heals improperly, you must cause pain and reopen the wounds to make it heal correctly.
But.
There was always the risk of infection...
....Would this end....in a happy ending...?
...Nothing was certain.
Nothing, except the knowledge in their own hearts and minds.
It was just them...and the Witch.
The Witch who stood before the pyre, as if accepting her fate.
In this, this final hour... Music could be heard by both the pieces and those that looked on from another plane.
Their forms were changed again, for the final time - to those of the trial.
A trial that could easily turn into an execution...or a redemption.
But it still had to happen.
If something heals improperly, you must cause pain and reopen the wounds to make it heal correctly.
But.
There was always the risk of infection...
....Would this end....in a happy ending...?
...Nothing was certain.
Nothing, except the knowledge in their own hearts and minds.
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But after a few seconds of a sudden migraine, he pieces it together finally.]
Is that what you would look like now, if not for...
[He sort of just. Gestures. Because all of Tsubasa: RC certainly is a Thing.]
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... Are you alright, though?
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[...and a face he will never grow to have, since he's stuck at 17 forever.]
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You gave up those memories for my sake. And I was grateful for that, Kimihiro.
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