he's standing in the center of it all, looking upward at all the imagery and the stained glass. the light filters in through and paints him in all the fragmented colors. he raises his hand upward, as if trying to catch them - or maybe trying to reach one of the religious portraits above.
the expression on his face can only be called contemplative. maybe just a bit rueful.
though when the doors open, he looks toward it - and smiles when he sees her]
[sheepishly, like he forgot to mention something casual - ]
Well... humans lost track of me a while ago. My blade, I mean. There's not even pictures or diagrams of me, so some people wonder if I ever really existed at all? After all, if there's only a name - what is that proof of?
So once I finish up my mission and no longer have a need for this body [places a hand over his heart] then I'll probably... disappear?
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week 1 monday
he's standing in the center of it all, looking upward at all the imagery and the stained glass. the light filters in through and paints him in all the fragmented colors. he raises his hand upward, as if trying to catch them - or maybe trying to reach one of the religious portraits above.
the expression on his face can only be called contemplative. maybe just a bit rueful.
though when the doors open, he looks toward it - and smiles when he sees her]
Libby-san. Yo.
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Weird that they've got this in an afterlife, right?
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[ . . . he looks thoughtful for a moment, looking back up at all the religious imagery]
... this doesn't feel like any paradise that I could've dreamed up.
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Yeah? What would you have dreamed of instead?
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I dunno. I don't think swords get to go to paradise.
At least I probably won't.
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I - what? Why?
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[sheepishly, like he forgot to mention something casual - ]
Well... humans lost track of me a while ago. My blade, I mean. There's not even pictures or diagrams of me, so some people wonder if I ever really existed at all? After all, if there's only a name - what is that proof of?
So once I finish up my mission and no longer have a need for this body [places a hand over his heart] then I'll probably... disappear?
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But when it's done...
[just. a little shrug. the look on his face is a little complicated, but just a tad bit resigned]
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What about what you want?