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Decimotercera ⚜ Roda [March 13th, afternoon; video]
[Today finds Fabiola perched somewhere high, and taking a well-deserved day off from her usual activities. She raises the hand holding a thermos- coffee, because she considers herself too mature a girl for something like hot chocolate- to the camera, and then takes a sip of her coffee, preparing herself to speak. She's not as long-winded as usual today, though perhaps it's for the best, considering what she wants to ask.]
I know a lot of people have left lately, and I know some of those here are better at handling it than others. So in the interest of helping those that do not take it as well as others...
[She shifts idly, peering over her hands at the ground below and scooting backward just a little.]
How do you make yourselves feel better, Death City? What do you do in order to keep pushing forward?
I know a lot of people have left lately, and I know some of those here are better at handling it than others. So in the interest of helping those that do not take it as well as others...
[She shifts idly, peering over her hands at the ground below and scooting backward just a little.]
How do you make yourselves feel better, Death City? What do you do in order to keep pushing forward?
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it's an awkward thing to say though, especially given all the apparent disparity in the meanings of the word in different worlds. and the fact that the only other person he'd told so far had immediately brought up that he killed angels in his home world. awkward.
he's quiet for a moment more, hands folded in his lap considerately, before he continued cautiously.]
It is not quite the same as what you likely imagine, given our past conversation, but in my world I am called an Angel.
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[She remembers the conversation very well, and knows there wasn't really a promise to be broken. But she also knows better than to mention things like that to people- well, most of the time, at least. Instead she just turns toward him a little and listens- and her brows promptly fly upward as he gives her an answer.]
An Angel? But if not the sort I imagine, then what sort?
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The sort that was meant to end humanity as we know it in my world.
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Well. Better death by Angels than by Plagues, I suppose.
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Not particularly, but generally whenever divine punishment is meted out, it tends to be very unpleasant. At least with Angels involved it would probably be less so.
[Or so she hopes. How little she knows.]
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[he sincerely hopes your idea of "less unpleasant" here is very off, otherwise that is a really bad sign.]
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Give her a moment to process that, and then watch as she kind of leans in, looking up at him as if trying to ascertain if he's being serious or not. When she realizes that he is, her expression drops and she sighs, raising a hand to rub at the bridge of her nose.]
I can only hope, then, that the rest of the Angels did not take that as a standard to surpass.
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Success would have meant the end of the rest of humanity, so I suppose we did. Luckily for the world, none of us succeeded.
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...did you not want your kind to succeed?
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...My siblings took a variety of forms in their attempts, most of them huge and monstrous. I was always the strange one, however, so I thought it better to take a human form and trick my way in. I came closer than any of the others, too. I always thought it a shame when the human race had created so much and could still continue to do so, but I was always intent on completing my mission regardless.
[he's quiet for a long few moments after that. how do you explain how one person could change your mind about everything, make you give up everything? human beings had the ability to feel so much, and with all the talent of all their greatest wordsmiths, he did not think there was an adequate way to describe what he had felt.]
...I did always find humans interesting, but I was only able to freely interact with them in the days before my own attempt. And I met a boy, one of the children charged with defending mankind from the Angels, and he was...wonderfully imperfect.
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[From the way Kaworu puts it, humanity would probably not have stood a chance against him, had he continued. She isn't sure how to feel about that, exactly- but she can't be angry at him for doing what's in his nature. Besides, it would appear he changed his mind, in the end.]
...he must have certainly become quite important to you, in the time you knew him.
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I loved him. He was beautifully broken and faceted as only humans can be, desperate for affection yet afraid of people. I could not bring myself to destroy all of humanity's depth and potential, or this boy who deserved the future more than anyone. So I asked him to kill me.
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Ah, is that what it was?
[Love, among other things, certainly did have such an impact on people's decisions- but it seemed like it affected angels too.]
That must have been a lot to ask of him, all things considered.
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[or, y'know. by his giant fucking robot's hand.]
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That is a better choice than none at all, I suppose. Was it difficult to ask him to do?
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[a full minute and nine seconds. setting records longest static frames and all that shit.]
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Your resolve is certainly impressive, if you had no trouble letting yourself die like that.
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I do enjoy life, and I am grateful that this place has given me a second chance at it. But I do not regret it. He was able to live, and so my life had meaning.
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She pauses a moment to contemplate what he's said, and then smiles a bit, small but sincere.]
You're far kinder than even most humans, I think.
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That is a very nice thing for you to say. You are very kind yourself.
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[She flusters a little at the at the compliment, and tries to shrug it off.]
I try my best to be.
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Delicate or not, I am sure that if he knew what you were doing was for him, that he would not waste the life you gave him- no matter how much it may have hurt.
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