firstworldproblem | IC Inbox 2 (Imeeji)

[Okay the kiss actually kind of makes him cry? He looks up at Emet, blinking tears out of his eyes.]

Aren't you angry with me?

For what? You seem to have something specific in mind.

...For being upset with you over this. For... not really understanding you a lot of the time. Or not making the effort...

I am. So assured you were of your opinion that you belittled and berated me. You all but slammed the proverbial door in my face writing me off as a villain in your tale.

You have your way of doing things, and I have mine. Truthfully, our methods have always had more differences than similarities. If we cannot embrace that or at least understand it, nothing but harsh feelings will flow from it.

[He stares ahead for a time, thinking, pulling up his knees to his chest and hugging them. It still leaves him with an unpleasant heaviness in his gut to know he's hurt Emet like that, but... He still can't quite get over the feeling that the way Baritones played was not necessary.]

I... can accept it, I think. It's just... hard.

[He sighs quietly.]

I... was not ready for it. In all the other games... It was randomized, or there really was no room for anything less than going all out... I did not realize just how hard you would play.

[...]

Some time before he left, Absinthe and I talked about the time he bid ZRAEL's ability to breathe in a game. So... That was the kind of thing I'd expected from him. But he's not here anymore.

You do not have to agree with it. Merely understand it. What drives us. While we act in the manner that we do.

[He thinks about that for a moment.]

That is a bit different, is it not? We compounded injuries and for that I will take the blame. But we merely secured one of the six spots to victory. We had no ability to increase or decrease the number of units that would fall.

Though I suppose in the future I would not discount that we would. But I do not see our strategy changing.

[He turns the piece of metal in his fingers slowly, this time shaping it into a filigree star.]

...The reason I was upset was... I really did not expect it. I had expected you to choose a high number, but not all. In the future I will know, and I will take it better. I do not agree with it, and I could not play like that... but I can understand.

Thank you.

[He still keeps his arm around him.]

And I would not want you to play in a manner that makes you uncomfortable.

[Despite the reassurance, he's quiet for a while more, tense. New tears slowly well up, and he finally manages to whisper:]

I'll... have to kill you one day... Cosmo... Lily...

[Someone has never actually put into thought the fact their units might go against one another.]

[He shakes his head.]

No. You’ll be forced in a position where someone must die by the game and there are no good options.

You are not the one mandating the deaths.

Though it is easy to say but hard to actually believe.

[Very hard, as it turns out! Levity presses his hands to his mouth, nausea rising.]

But... But if our units ever face each other...

A cruel scenario set up to maximize guilt and heartache. If it were just I for Baritones in the game, I would request you be firm. Fleeting death hardly has an effect on me.

[mmmMMMMMM loving this! Sure! He screws his eyes shut, but unfortunately that doesn't make the mental images go away.]

But... But if it's not just you...

[He finally looks at Emet, eyes full of fear and pain.]

I... I'll have to kill you... or you'll kill us...

We don’t stay dead.

If it is any consultation.

Edited 2021-06-28 18:20 (UTC)

[NOT REALLY. Levity shakes his head, curling up more.]

... It's not.

[It's strange, how much this upsets him. Didn't he talk about such situations with other friends before? Isn't this the same as what he'd told Hope, that BAD END shouldn't count on FiN's mercy?

Is it really so different just because he has several loved ones on Baritones?]

I tend to take mortal mortality with a fair dose of humor. Perhaps Lily or Cardinal would be a better person to ask about it.

The reality is we will all eventually die in games. From other causes. From each other. Blaming yourself will only cause you pain and suffering.

[He nods, very slowly.]

I don't... want to kill you. Any of you...

[An exhale, slow, careful.]

Alone, one on one... I could try... I wouldn't succeed, but I have to try, so that it's fair...

[He falls silent once again, trying to sort through his feelings, then turns to give Emet a mournful look.]

... No. It's not that. I just... can't handle thinking of you as an enemy. As a threat.

I take that back. Don’t talk to Lily. You are as dramatic as she is.

In this, I will not coddle you. To do so would be a disservice to you and the other units.

In games none of you are my enemy. We must vie for the same resources and not everyone will make it through. Goodness. I think every time I ran into Shrike she bested me, and I do not hold it against her in the slightest. We even threw dynamite at each other the first time we met. Her aim was better.

Luckily most will be button presses or filled in forms. The up close and personal are few and far in between.

[Lily and Levity are either very good for each other or (checks hand) imagine worst case scenarios and work themselves up into self-sacrifice for the sake of one another. Or others. It's a white hair thing.

That seems to reassure him a little, though! He's still looking worried, but finds it in himself to joke.]

A member of Baritones, chiding someone else for being dramatic?

[Alright, back to focusing on breathing. In, out.]

...I talked about it with Absinthe before. Whether it's... fine for me to sacrifice someone or kill them by such second-hand means in a game when I could not do it face to face.

[Do we have like grass or sand or something on the floor so he can trace patterns in it?]

We agreed that if we met in such a game that pitted us against one another directly... We would both do our best to win. Even though I know I would lose... but I felt that I would owe it to him to try. I tried to treat it as a thought exercise... even made some designs that would--designs for weapons...

[Judging by the way he trails off, though, he's not very happy about that. In fact, he's starting to look more distant again, like he's dissociating.]

[If he wishes it, there is grass or whatever he desires. But by default, no.]

If it is a one on one battle, sometime the best option is simply die. The complicated part is your unitmates, correct? By yourself you need not worry about them.

And don't think I'm doing this for the good of others or because I want to self sacrifice, sometimes it is just easier. And I said, death is not permanent.

[He snaps his fingers in front of his face to hopefully grab his focus back to the present.]

In most games you cannot use your abilities so why bother making weapons?

[He does go back to standing finally.]

Shall we pick a less depressing topic? Now you know the fate of the star and our great work. Our secrets laid bare. I'm willing to answer any clarifying questions.

[ha... ha... less depressing topic]

[Okay, if he has control of the dream, let's make it a seashore! Just before dawn, so there's gentle twilight, with the sun yet to rise but not the darkness of the night.

He does startle at the snap, then shakes his head and nods.]

Ah... thank you. I, um... I was lost in thought.

[He remains sitting, though, looking up at Emet, expression a little more serious now.]

There are things I don't quite understand. Those that created Hydaelyn... did they know what was going to happen? That our star would be shattered? That's... neither binding nor shackling. It doesn't make sense to me.

[He does turn his gaze to the dawn for a moment before offering him his hand to stand.]

I do not know. In my dearest of hearts, I want to say no. Wishes of Primals are not one to be taken lightly. Again and again we've seen good intention gone awry.

But I cannot say for certain. Yet regardless of their intentions they did shatter the star and all life upon it. Their hubris cost us everything we loved and held dear.

[He takes the hand to stand up, but doesn't let go once he's on his feet, instead tugging on Emet's hand gently as he begins a slow stroll.

But... Wishes of Primals are not to be taken lightly, huh. Filing this under "Not Vibing With Zodiark". But that's for internal use only.]

I... want to hope that they were misled somehow, too. It's just... altogether too extreme a measure. And something bothers me about the way events unfolded, but I can't quite put my finger on it.

[He squeezes his fingers and keeps the hold, following.]

Perhaps you will remember more as your memory unfolds. I will admit the events leading up to that day are less clear than the actual event. Not that I'm eager for you to remember it.

I will not ask for your stance now. You should consider it and consider it carefully as we did. We did not come upon our modus operandi lightly. And truthfully, I simply wish you would use your wish to find that timeline where our star was saved and our people were undivided. Or give us time to fix it all.

[He blinks at that, surprised - so used he was to Emet and Lahabrea being the ones aiming to save their world, and himself just tagging along, that the request comes almost as a shock.

But... it's not an unwelcome thought. He smiles softly, squeezing Emet's fingers back.]

...I would. If I can... I will. But why not use your wish for it?

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