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animus_network2013-02-04 05:05 pm
scorchedchivalry) wrote in animus_network2013-02-04 05:05 pm
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I have two things to speak of today, starting with the one directed to the residents of this Tower as a whole.
[She holds up a striped billiard ball from the bar on the 88th Floor.]
I wish to learn to play this game. Who can teach me?
[She then idly rolls the ball in her fingers as she continues.]
As for the other matter, it is directed to those from my world or a variation of it where a specific war takes place involving magi. With Rider gone, his ridiculous idea of a conclave amongst us to discuss the War and those of us involved in it should also disappear.
Though I understand why the King of Conquerors wished for the gathering, it was folly to believe such a thing could ever happen and remain peaceful. There are worst fates than a death that does not take here. I know that there was one that had been planning to use Rider's conclave as means to gaining power with all gathered in one location. Had Rider carried his meeting out before his disappearance, I would have seen to neutralizing that threat.
Should another of you be foolish enough to pursue this idea, I will not and you will reap what you sow.
[She holds up a striped billiard ball from the bar on the 88th Floor.]
I wish to learn to play this game. Who can teach me?
[She then idly rolls the ball in her fingers as she continues.]
As for the other matter, it is directed to those from my world or a variation of it where a specific war takes place involving magi. With Rider gone, his ridiculous idea of a conclave amongst us to discuss the War and those of us involved in it should also disappear.
Though I understand why the King of Conquerors wished for the gathering, it was folly to believe such a thing could ever happen and remain peaceful. There are worst fates than a death that does not take here. I know that there was one that had been planning to use Rider's conclave as means to gaining power with all gathered in one location. Had Rider carried his meeting out before his disappearance, I would have seen to neutralizing that threat.
Should another of you be foolish enough to pursue this idea, I will not and you will reap what you sow.
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[...and Guy...?]
[He looked up at his best friend, looking lost and helpless and not sure what to do and what to say.]
Guy... what did he mean? Who's 'Gailardia?'
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In Camelot, she had judged men unerringly. That was before the corruption settled into her heart and her ability to deen the truth of the matter, much less know what was clearly right and wrong, had become harder to discern. Regardless, she did not want him close to Luke.
When she spoke, there was no emotion in her voice.]
Yes. Answer to Asch's words.
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What to say and what not to say here... it was a hard choice.
But he could at least start with the obvious. No point in holding it back now.
...]
It's me. Gailardia is my first name.
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...and what does that mean to me?
[A feeling of dread settled in the pit of Luke's stomach, as if it already knew that he wasn't going to like the answer to this.]
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That sounds like a family name passed down through generations. A typical practice among old families of noble blood.
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[Her comment also means that there's one less thing he can talk through. He can feel his stomach tighten as he turns back to the redhead, but he still lets his words come easily.]
Believe it or not, Luke, I haven't always worked for His Grace. I haven't always been a servant. War just changes things. Sometimes you have to go places and do things you wouldn't normally do. That's just how you survive.
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I don't understand...
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There is always the case in which family pride drives a man to take on a task his father was unable to accomplish. Not all of those are noble tasks.
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[Saber, your intelligence on this particular subject is unsettling and hitting far too close to home for comfort. Guy keeps silent for a long moment, choosing his words carefully. He doesn't want to jump into details about this. Not now, not with what was already on Luke's mind. Why give him one more thing to worry over?]
I told you before, right? I haven't stayed with you this whole time just because you were my master. I'd like to think we're friends, regardless of what name we might have ended up with.
[Yes, Mister "I'm not really Luke", this is a gentle jab at you.]
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I want to think we're friends too, but...
[...but what Asch was implying was ringing loudly in his mind. Guy... was Guy, was his best friend, hiding something important from him?]
...i-if Asch is claiming he's always telling me the truth, shouldn't my best friend do that too?
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In many, blood is stronger than other bonds. Things such as betrayal are sown well before those other bonds are established.
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Maybe. Not every father ingrains that kind of ideal into their children. Even the thickest of blood should be able to step aside for the sake of a little bit of common sense.
[There's a tinge of something bitter in the tone of his words, here and gone again. Betrayal wasn't the issue here, anyways. Not when it came to Luke, at least. It was all so very complicated. Guy preferred that it didn't have to be.]
If you want to believe was Asch said, Luke, that's your choice. But I'm not a fan of lying about things you really need to know.
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[Luke stared at Guy, incredulous. Did he really just hear that from his mouth? He wasn't exactly helping him with his insecurities at the moment, nor was he helping with that sinking feeling that Asch was right and Guy was hiding something from him. Just how many people from his world were lying to him? Did other people know about him being a replica? How many? What else was being kept from him?]
[He felt his stomach turning around into a knot, and he wrapped his arms around his waist in an effort to keep his lunch from paying him a return visit.]
So you are keeping something from me... Why? I know I haven't been the best master or the best friend, but what the hell did I do for you not to trust me like this...?
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There is no honor in lying. Who are you to determine what he does and does not need to know? Speak quickly, plainly and truthfully before I send you chasing after Asch.
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He sighs raggedly, a hand at the bridge of his nose.]
Look, believe what you want about my credibility, I'm sorry. But I'm not going to hurt him, and nothing I just told him was a lie. Luke... [Dammit, he's having to fight the urge to stay right where he is instead of walking the few steps to make sure Luke's alright. Luke, come on, look at him--]
Luke, listen. I know it doesn't look that way. But you haven't done anything, this has nothing to do with you or how much I trust you.
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I'm already hurt; what the heck's the difference?
[And then a thought struck him then, making him freeze up inside.]
...it's... not that you don't trust me. You don't trust me not to flip out. You think... I'm still like I was? That I'm just going to start yelling if it's something bad?
[...he had every reason to think that, but... it still hurt.]
Why... you know I'm trying...
[He... he really couldn't take this. He really did want to flip out now, and if he didn't step away... Luke felt tears threatening again, and he wanted to start sobbing again, but he managed to bite it back. Instead he reached up, wiping his eyes with a glove.]
...no. I can't... I can't deal with this anymore. I've gotta step away.
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Leave. Now.
This moment is done. I will see Luke back to his room.
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[The blonde looks absolutely torn. A stubborn edge to him wants to square his shoulders and say no, stay here and stay quiet until Luke felt like they could talk. There was no way in hell he was going to let Luke feel he had to deal with this alone again, not after having to see it through a first time. Understanding the consequences of his actions was one thing, but he didn't deserve to be abandoned or isolated because of it.
For a second, Guy's arm is raised, as if he means to ignore Saber's words entirely and try to take control himself.
But--]
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No. He had to give Luke his space. Just like when Akzeriuth fell. As much as he was used to being the kid's one resort for companionship and comfort... nothing was going to be able to comfort him until he could process things for himself, and it sounds like he was having trouble doing that right about now.
Saber was right. They were done for now.
His hand drops as his expression clouds over, his mouth pressing into a thin line. He gives a brief glance to Luke (apologetic? Honestly, it's hard to read) before drawing himself up, a fist clenched against the hilt of his sword as he strides past the duo and back down the hall.
He would explain himself, when Luke was good and ready to understand. Just not now.]