soul_campaign | 013; video; March 1st, morning

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013; video; March 1st, morning

[Aqua was sitting by a window, with her knees draw up and the communicator balanced on top. She leaned back against the wall, posture relaxed.]

I've been wondering, does anyone come from a world with magic? If so, would you mind telling me a little about it?

[She reaches out a hand to steady the communicator when it slides a little to the left before righting it again.]

I specialized in magic back home, so I'm curious about what kinds of magic exists in other worlds.

[ private to Clover ]

I found a copy of the Grimm's Fairy Tales in the library. [She smiled.] I really enjoyed it; thank you for recommending it to me.

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[He smirks at her reaction.]

Oh, did that hit a nerve? How long has it been since you said that you'd be right back for them?

I don't see how that's any of your business.

It isn't. Except that I'm what became of one of those people who you 'heroes' left behind.

[She goes quiet for a moment, when she speaks again her voice is soft, but there is an edge to it, not quite angry but still sharp.]

My friends are nothing like you.

And I'll make my way back to them someday, no matter how long it takes. I won't break my promise to them.

[He laughs mockingly.]

Of course you will~ . And I doubt anybody else could become like me, after all I died more than 3000 years ago and am still here.

[A few retorts flash in her mind but she swallows them back. She wasn't going to lose her temper over this.

It would probably be best to focus on other things.]

3000 years? [That's a little hard to believe.] Then you were dead before BREW brought you here.

[Aw, how heroic~ He catches the small angry glint in her eyes; for a moment it resembles his own, back when he had been at his beginning stage.

Just a little push and then some more and some more, some more...

There is very little difference between what makes a hero and what a villain and he always feels the temptation to tear those down who are too sure of their righteousness.]

Dead yet damned to never rest until the "heroes" of my time have gotten the justice they deserve.

So you're tied down by your desire for revenge.

[She couldn't help but find that a little pitiful.]

[He smirks.] No one can truly draw the line between just and unjust, good and evil. 'Justice' or 'revenge', in the end those two are just two sides of the same damn thing.

The Pharaoh has a debt and that I'm still around is the best proof that he didn't pay enough for it yet!

Revenge is something that is fuelled by hate and anger. It is nothing but darkness.

Revenge is selfish. Justice isn't.

If you can't let go of this darkness it will eventually consume you.

Or make me grow stronger. [It's too late to be worried about him for that, way too late.]

Even if it does, this kind of power never comes without a cost.

What kind of power ever does? The one of light? Love, friendship and justice? [He laughs haughtily.] Don't kid yourself!

But the price for that won't be your soul.

No. It will be the souls of others, sold against their will.

[The seven champions of justice that saved the Kingdom drew their power from the sacrifice of ninety-nine souls and then some. It's a thing he's never going to be able to forget. It was the starting point of becoming who and what he is now.]

...is that what happened to you?

[He snorts. His expression pulls into a nasty smirk that carries no real amusement despite the upward curving of his lips.]

I'm still here, aren't I? [But it had happened to his village. To his family, his friends, anybody he had known. And yes, in the end it had even also happened to himself, years later but at the same damned place. His case had been more complicated than that of the others, though.]

BREW has brought in the dead before...and people in even stranger circumstances.

[She knows from first-hand experience.]

Heh.. Count me in for the even stranger ones. After all not many people get to be hunting a god. [Even if calling that guy a god as his title had once indicated is nothing put pure sarcasm on his part.]

[That wasn't that strange, really. She once fought a god in a tournament, after all.

It was mostly the way he was saying it that made her curious.]

A god?

That's what they call and him and what he might himself think. The great Pharaoh, son of the gods on earth and secure to be granted a seat amongst them upon his death.

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