I see. [ he pauses, tilting his head as he considers the question carefully. ] I lost two of my friends. I don't think that I could call myself okay. I guess I'm still mulling over the trial.
But who could really say if what drew her toward him was friendship or something else entirely, the way a cat feels about a fern blowing in the wind? Still, it isn't as if she didn't feel pangs of longing for his company before.]
Hah... me too. It's been in my head since. I just can't stop feeling like the end is coming ever closer and closer.
[ it's not really the end, after all. perhaps it is for those that have passed, with no real way to bring them back to life, but for those that survive...the story goes on, doesn't it?
crea sighs, heavy and tired. ]
What about you? You must be excited to go back home.
[Though she speaks it clearly, her thoughts seem to stutter over the word for a second, as if it is, however briefly, defying definition.]
Actually, there's... an exhaustive amount of political faffery awaiting upon my return. I suppose I could always do my best to move the pieces faster on the board... Hahaha, the theater of war is just a puppet show, after all.
[A colony of ants screaming after drowned in boiling water.]
Maybe if I could convince Rias to come chase me once he's finished putting his pawns in place.
[But one has to wonder... is this still what she wants? Will it make her happy? Will it appease her on the other side of this? She feels as though she's beyond that game, in some ways.]
[ that doesn’t seem like a good time to crea. actually, from the look on his face, it’s obvious that he considers it the total opposite of a good time. ]
Who can say? I've never thought much about it before. If I want to continue my research as well, I'm sure the Church would have me on their side in a heartbeat, knowing what I know.
[Of late her fascination of pulling Rias back into her orbit has been all-encompassing, though she must admit she's worried about getting tangled up in the drab politics of it all again.]
Well, there is someone else who said they may have a mystery worthy of my attention... one day I'll see if that's still on the table.
Yes, I acquired my powers there in the first place.
[She would agree with him, if only she could read his thoughts. She does look at him for a moment as if she is trying to.]
She didn't say, but the next time our paths cross, perhaps I'll ask her. If we ever meet again... [She trails off. There's no such thing as a guaranteed meeting, unless one has a hand in orchestrating one.]
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I see. [ he pauses, tilting his head as he considers the question carefully. ] I lost two of my friends. I don't think that I could call myself okay. I guess I'm still mulling over the trial.
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But who could really say if what drew her toward him was friendship or something else entirely, the way a cat feels about a fern blowing in the wind? Still, it isn't as if she didn't feel pangs of longing for his company before.]
Hah... me too. It's been in my head since. I just can't stop feeling like the end is coming ever closer and closer.
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[ it's not really the end, after all. perhaps it is for those that have passed, with no real way to bring them back to life, but for those that survive...the story goes on, doesn't it?
crea sighs, heavy and tired. ]
What about you? You must be excited to go back home.
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[Though she speaks it clearly, her thoughts seem to stutter over the word for a second, as if it is, however briefly, defying definition.]
Actually, there's... an exhaustive amount of political faffery awaiting upon my return. I suppose I could always do my best to move the pieces faster on the board... Hahaha, the theater of war is just a puppet show, after all.
[A colony of ants screaming after drowned in boiling water.]
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he still remembers the memory. it sends an unpleasant shiver down his spine, and he lets out a sigh. ]
Right. Would that sate the itch that you told me about, though? That craving to fight to the death?
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[But one has to wonder... is this still what she wants? Will it make her happy? Will it appease her on the other side of this? She feels as though she's beyond that game, in some ways.]
Hyeh... I'd have to do something quite drastic.
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[ that doesn’t seem like a good time to crea. actually, from the look on his face, it’s obvious that he considers it the total opposite of a good time. ]
Is there really nothing else that you want?
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[Of late her fascination of pulling Rias back into her orbit has been all-encompassing, though she must admit she's worried about getting tangled up in the drab politics of it all again.]
Well, there is someone else who said they may have a mystery worthy of my attention... one day I'll see if that's still on the table.
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[ crea's mildly surprised, though it quickly washes away as he remembers that religion has never meant anything morally worthwhile. ]
Hm... what kind of mystery is that?
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[She would agree with him, if only she could read his thoughts. She does look at him for a moment as if she is trying to.]
She didn't say, but the next time our paths cross, perhaps I'll ask her. If we ever meet again... [She trails off. There's no such thing as a guaranteed meeting, unless one has a hand in orchestrating one.]