[ It is, ensuring that they don't fade away into a void of ignorance; regardless, he sees she can still answer. That is good - but, a mere beginning. ]
Indeed I have.
[ He remembers the first sight, gorey as it was - the screaming, nightmarish the sound was, until it consumed him momentarily as well. The accursed voices' clarion call, like a curse - like the whispers of the Abyss. Near the end, that wretched "song"...a mockery, at its finest. And the woman's crazed actions - now Father, but previously mentioned 'Mother'. Keeping this in mind, remembering the first, he carefully goes down a tentative list of questioning... ]
Are you still in pain? Bear in mind I ask this in regards not just to your physical state, but if something is still persistently causing agony at the edges or forefront of your subconscious. Like when you tried to take off the ring.
[ The horrors persist, but the don of masks may not be always so necessary - he finds it reasonable she is not so lively, so bright.
He does not know Don well, yet it is without doubt he recalls the moments before her fall into that unfortunate position which had awashed its consequences upon the populace like a curse. But, all the same... ]
I'm unfamiliar with Rocinante. I'm certain that it is a name that means something important to you.
[ Then, another pause. And, surprisingly, he does not look upon with a slither of judgment even if he considers himself worthy of dispensing such. ]
Regrets, perhaps. But, though it may be hard to hear...I'm not willing to assign you blame. I have to confess that I was thinking of doing the very same - taking off the ring from a finger. I wish things hadn't happened that way, even shedding some elements of your past, it seems, but...if it weren't you, then it would have been someone else.
Fear not, for Rocinante is still by my side. Not in its usual form...but by my side. [The lack of judgement stuns her into silence, her speech faltering as she looks on in surprise]
...'tis a surprise to see such a lack of judgement. I am thankful, yet...[an exhale. She can be a little more earnest here. This is no place for her farcical behaviour, designed to add colour to everyone's lives] I...hurt so many people from something I wanted to keep them safe from, for I admit, I did not believe in this 'God'.
I don't doubt that there will be those who judge you. It's simply what it is. But, I see no reason to give it towards your person.
[ Dainsleif merely thinks that what he saw isn't the entirety of what she is, what Don Quixote wanted to be - to show them. He's seen people lose control before, and it be beyond their control...and even worse, turned into monsters. But in this, she did not choose that. Even if he understands the regret will not be shaken so easily. ]
...Truthfully, I don't believe in this 'God', either. Of course, we had information given to us about one individual from a point of view, which could have been skewed. But, so far, actions speak louder than words, about the type of existence this 'God' stands for.
And, those who have eyes will see your actions for what they are. So it goes.
Thou speakest the truth. Speech can only carry so much, whereas actions...I must prove mineself. [A pause, and she looks up, frowning]
This 'god'...is merely a tyrant, a villain most foul. [It borrows deep into her, her resentment she did not know she was capable of, either as 'Don Quixote' or her former name] His reach is beyond here, beyond many words that I could not fathom existing.
[ Her earnest nature should be enough to turn most heads towards a more amicable opinion - that's what he also believes, so he also nods at this.
But, the action is twofold, because it is also an agreement of her assessment of this 'God'. ]
...If it weren't for the fact that I know that even gods could fall, I would think bringing such a powerful being to defeat would be impossible. But, we should be able to find a way to disrupt this foul thing's plans...in some way.
It may sound odd, but I am at least familiar with those who are able to reach beyond a singular place or world.
Rather...imagine, if someone was able to travel from world to world, just on the power of their own. They themselves bring their own capabilities and nature to a world foreign to their own.
And I have heard of those from my own world who have travelled to those beyond my own. Though, the numbers of that are far and few in between.
It seems that, in your case, this Dante associate of yours is able to more or less...grant you powers from otherworlders, perhaps?
[ Dainsleif thinks there is a slight difference here indeed, but it does nothing to lessen the idea that they may be able to escape on their own - even if he doesn't think it a guarantee. The situation is difficult and the odds are low - but there is hope. ]
I would say they were powers of our other selves that hath come into being in a happenstance of chance. The worlds of 'what ifs' utilised to give us the ability to stand against our foes.
[To travel so freely though reminds her of what she heard about the Purple Tear. Hooooh??]
Interesting. I don't think I've heard of anything like that before. The world I am from has a variety in sources of power...but drawing on that of alternate selves is a new concept to me.
But, it sounds rather convenient. Particularly if it's strong enough to challenge powerful otherworldly beings.
Verily, it is a great power but not one I can access without mine Manager Esquire. 'Tis through their abilities I can draw upon them. [Except]
...hm. Even if they were present, I wonder...mine abilities as a Bloodfiend is unlimited when unsealed. My awareness of mine actions were limited. Apart from Young Lavi and Professor Fandaniel...did I cause anyone else harm? Anything at all?
[ That's...unfortunate. Of course there would be a potential catch.
But, he doesn't think of her as weak or powerless, not in the slightest. There's still other avenues, and just because certain powers are inaccessible even in the event everyone's would be normally accessible, there's still the natural combat ability. ]
From what I recall, it was no one else. It was fortunate no one else was harmed in the incident. But, you have no need to worry about that much.
...Though, I'm not certain what a Bloodfiend is supposed to be, actually.
Tis a name for someone like mineself, who must satiate an uncontrollable urge for human blood. We can use it for powers, for greater strength regeneration. Without it, it is not uncommon for our kind to go mad, for they must fulfil their cravings in some manner or another.
[a pause, before she admits]
I had unwittingly done it to my companions back home. Like many here, they had forgiven me. We knew not that I carried the burden of my lineage then, and I would no longer be able to hold back my bloodlust with sheer will.
[ That sounds like one hell of a curse to him, considering that it isn't something that clearly Don Quixote has embraced, nor desired to have in the slightest. And to think, that it could lead to a senseless rampage, unwillingly, to not satiate the thirst, as well... ]
...I would not wish a lineage like that on anyone.
[ To be blunt, because even to that sounds like hell to him, and he has been through that himself. ]
It's good that your companions recognized those actions were not intentional, as difficult as I imagine they were. I also presume that there is no known true cure to get rid of those cravings?
[ Dainsleif merely says, thinking about something a bit on his end. He isn't the type to say that such conditions can be changed, yes but he knows this type of dilemma acutely; and not because of him observing such terrible aspects in others.
It's a bit of a firsthand experience. ]
A lineage can be a curse. Or rather, can become one all the same.
I can understand that, though I wish it weren't true in your case.
Indeed. Tis my dream to live side by side with humans, without this hunger hunting me. [a pause, and then she considers] Doth thou have a similar experience with a cursed lineage?
When you return, despite the fact that it doesn't have an easy resolution, I hope within your world you can discover such a way.
[ Because it will make her life simply less of a living hell - it's a dream that is reasonable for that aspect alone. ]
That said, you would be correct that I do.
The gods unleashed upon all pureblooded Khaenri'ahns a curse of immortality. Those who were affected by it became unable to die, turn into monsters who mostly lost the ability to speak. But, even if their bodies rotted or they were 'slain', they would 'exist' as a spirit who could never move on. To simply 'be' in eternal torment, cognizant of their surroundings.
[An eternity without reprieve, without rest. Ah, that was what Father had inflicted on his kindred in the end, hadn't he? To repay them for betrayal, to atone for their sins and his own]</small
...gods hath too much power, then, here and there. Living without self...how is anyone meant to withstand that?
That is likely the point. It didn't matter the age - as long as they were originally from Khaenri'ah. Children who lived on the streets, or were born in noble houses...it is a curse with no discrimination.
In some ways, it is similar to your own dilemma in that there is no true cure.
...It is admittedly why I am not fond of gods, nonetheless. And I see that such disparity in fairness is present with this one here as well.
[ If Dainsleif gets his hands around this Father's neck he will try to wring it and then kick him like a football to everyone else to rip apart. Seems like a reasonable enough course of action. ]
[ It makes sense that the affliction she describes seems to have been more or less a 'curse' in some way, so when she says those words, he easily understands.
And for the rest...? ]
...I agree.
Oftentimes, even beyond the issue of others becoming seduced by powers beyond the imagination, there are those who have been granted too much power - or, at times, even authority, without any sense of responsibility in wielding either. Figuratively and literally.
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"Father... I'm sorry. Once again I have failed our dream. I must do better. I can't--"
All flourishes to her usual manner of speech gone, until Dainsleif's voice pulls her out of her reverie]
Ah...h-hast thou called for me?
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Indeed I have.
[ He remembers the first sight, gorey as it was - the screaming, nightmarish the sound was, until it consumed him momentarily as well. The accursed voices' clarion call, like a curse - like the whispers of the Abyss. Near the end, that wretched "song"...a mockery, at its finest. And the woman's crazed actions - now Father, but previously mentioned 'Mother'. Keeping this in mind, remembering the first, he carefully goes down a tentative list of questioning... ]
Are you still in pain? Bear in mind I ask this in regards not just to your physical state, but if something is still persistently causing agony at the edges or forefront of your subconscious. Like when you tried to take off the ring.
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But she's tired. She thinks even Father wouldn't mind if she was a little less colourful in her language for once]
'Tis... under control. As long as I am with Rocinante, there is no pain. [ She lifts one foot up to show him. See? Good shoes.]
I am only full of regrets that my desire to assist everyone in uncovering the truth lead to their pain instead.
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He does not know Don well, yet it is without doubt he recalls the moments before her fall into that unfortunate position which had awashed its consequences upon the populace like a curse. But, all the same... ]
I'm unfamiliar with Rocinante. I'm certain that it is a name that means something important to you.
[ Then, another pause. And, surprisingly, he does not look upon with a slither of judgment even if he considers himself worthy of dispensing such. ]
Regrets, perhaps. But, though it may be hard to hear...I'm not willing to assign you blame. I have to confess that I was thinking of doing the very same - taking off the ring from a finger. I wish things hadn't happened that way, even shedding some elements of your past, it seems, but...if it weren't you, then it would have been someone else.
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...'tis a surprise to see such a lack of judgement. I am thankful, yet...[an exhale. She can be a little more earnest here. This is no place for her farcical behaviour, designed to add colour to everyone's lives] I...hurt so many people from something I wanted to keep them safe from, for I admit, I did not believe in this 'God'.
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I don't doubt that there will be those who judge you. It's simply what it is. But, I see no reason to give it towards your person.
[ Dainsleif merely thinks that what he saw isn't the entirety of what she is, what Don Quixote wanted to be - to show them. He's seen people lose control before, and it be beyond their control...and even worse, turned into monsters. But in this, she did not choose that. Even if he understands the regret will not be shaken so easily. ]
...Truthfully, I don't believe in this 'God', either. Of course, we had information given to us about one individual from a point of view, which could have been skewed. But, so far, actions speak louder than words, about the type of existence this 'God' stands for.
And, those who have eyes will see your actions for what they are. So it goes.
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This 'god'...is merely a tyrant, a villain most foul. [It borrows deep into her, her resentment she did not know she was capable of, either as 'Don Quixote' or her former name] His reach is beyond here, beyond many words that I could not fathom existing.
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But, the action is twofold, because it is also an agreement of her assessment of this 'God'. ]
...If it weren't for the fact that I know that even gods could fall, I would think bringing such a powerful being to defeat would be impossible. But, we should be able to find a way to disrupt this foul thing's plans...in some way.
It may sound odd, but I am at least familiar with those who are able to reach beyond a singular place or world.
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[ And there it was again, a spark of hope.]
Art thou referring to something familiar?
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Rather...imagine, if someone was able to travel from world to world, just on the power of their own. They themselves bring their own capabilities and nature to a world foreign to their own.
And I have heard of those from my own world who have travelled to those beyond my own. Though, the numbers of that are far and few in between.
It seems that, in your case, this Dante associate of yours is able to more or less...grant you powers from otherworlders, perhaps?
[ Dainsleif thinks there is a slight difference here indeed, but it does nothing to lessen the idea that they may be able to escape on their own - even if he doesn't think it a guarantee. The situation is difficult and the odds are low - but there is hope. ]
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[To travel so freely though reminds her of what she heard about the Purple Tear. Hooooh??]
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But, it sounds rather convenient. Particularly if it's strong enough to challenge powerful otherworldly beings.
[ Like, you know, gods - like this 'Father'. ]
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...hm. Even if they were present, I wonder...mine abilities as a Bloodfiend is unlimited when unsealed. My awareness of mine actions were limited. Apart from Young Lavi and Professor Fandaniel...did I cause anyone else harm? Anything at all?
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[ That's...unfortunate. Of course there would be a potential catch.
But, he doesn't think of her as weak or powerless, not in the slightest. There's still other avenues, and just because certain powers are inaccessible even in the event everyone's would be normally accessible, there's still the natural combat ability. ]
From what I recall, it was no one else. It was fortunate no one else was harmed in the incident. But, you have no need to worry about that much.
...Though, I'm not certain what a Bloodfiend is supposed to be, actually.
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[a pause, before she admits]
I had unwittingly done it to my companions back home. Like many here, they had forgiven me. We knew not that I carried the burden of my lineage then, and I would no longer be able to hold back my bloodlust with sheer will.
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...I would not wish a lineage like that on anyone.
[ To be blunt, because even to that sounds like hell to him, and he has been through that himself. ]
It's good that your companions recognized those actions were not intentional, as difficult as I imagine they were. I also presume that there is no known true cure to get rid of those cravings?
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[It comes too close, haunting her]
...well, thou hast seen the outcome thyself.
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[ Dainsleif merely says, thinking about something a bit on his end. He isn't the type to say that such conditions can be changed, yes but he knows this type of dilemma acutely; and not because of him observing such terrible aspects in others.
It's a bit of a firsthand experience. ]
A lineage can be a curse. Or rather, can become one all the same.
I can understand that, though I wish it weren't true in your case.
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[ Because it will make her life simply less of a living hell - it's a dream that is reasonable for that aspect alone. ]
That said, you would be correct that I do.
The gods unleashed upon all pureblooded Khaenri'ahns a curse of immortality. Those who were affected by it became unable to die, turn into monsters who mostly lost the ability to speak. But, even if their bodies rotted or they were 'slain', they would 'exist' as a spirit who could never move on. To simply 'be' in eternal torment, cognizant of their surroundings.
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In some ways, it is similar to your own dilemma in that there is no true cure.
...It is admittedly why I am not fond of gods, nonetheless. And I see that such disparity in fairness is present with this one here as well.
[ If Dainsleif gets his hands around this Father's neck he will try to wring it and then kick him like a football to everyone else to rip apart. Seems like a reasonable enough course of action. ]
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I understand. If I knew the person who placed this curse on all of us...[There would be no stopping her if she could tear him apart from limb to limb]
'Tis no wonder why people should not hath unlimited powers.
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And for the rest...? ]
...I agree.
Oftentimes, even beyond the issue of others becoming seduced by powers beyond the imagination, there are those who have been granted too much power - or, at times, even authority, without any sense of responsibility in wielding either. Figuratively and literally.