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Snow Night
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>Now that you’re closer to him/her/it, try smelling them.
…you can’t smell anything. Either they are too far away or… or they simply don’t smell!?
>Take a look at its cloak clasp. Does it have the corn sheaf pin like it did before, ten years ago?
You have no idea where it is, so you have no idea what it is wearing right now.
>It's "neurons," not "protons."
...you have no idea what any of those words means.
>...wait wouldn't you be able to tell if this one was a main target of your ire?
You can feel that the one you hunt is here somewhere in the city… but if this is the one, you cannot tell.
>You already know who they are. They are the one that KILLED you.
There are many things that points to that conclusion, yet…
>And if it is, then Ema, you should not attack him! if this is the guy that killed you, he sounds like he regrets what he’s done and he’s wanting to repent.
“Seek redemption and forgiveness and your innocence will be returned.”… If it is like the sword told you, then maybe it has redeemed itself? Or… at least trying to? It did say it was its greatest failure.
>You wanted to talk to me, spooky man. I don't owe you anything.
Nor do I owe you anything either. I wanted to simply know if you were the one I met before. Now that I do, I have no other reason to speak to you but simple curiosity. You on the other hand… you are looking for answers, do you not?
…and you have them?
If the question is what I think they will be… then yes, yes I might.
…ffffffine.
>Tell him you need some assurance of good will if you are to tell him anything.
… … …sadly, all I can give you is my word, which I believe is rather low valued with your kind.
...then I simply have to accept it, as I need answers.
>I'm not alive, I've been dead since a bunch of creeps decided to kill me and everyone I knew.
Yet, here you stand, hmm? What makes you so different from the others that died? But of course, it’s rather obvious, isn’t it? I did let your soul go free, to enter whatever afterlife awaits your kind… but instead, you sought rage and pain, all to remain here.
So you really are…
I was weak. Back then, I convinced myself that I didn’t have choice, but I know better now. I was indeed the one that plunged the blade through your skull, bringing an end to your story… or so I thought. If I’d known that you would have been cursed by a fate far worse than death, I would probably considered my options further. As of now… I… I don’t I have it in me to end your agony, but I believe I might be able to help you finally reach oblivion…?
I’m not here to seek oblivion, you twit.
Hmm? Really? Interesting. The dead that walk again I’ve met so far has always been in pain and agony, seeking but one thing. Release.
Well, I’m not one of them.
Then… in the end, it might not have been pointless after all. If I hadn’t lifted my blade to you, one of my brethren would, and they wouldn’t leave your soul to be free. No, even if my deed only delayed my just punishment for a while, it did give you a chance to… come back, did it not?
…you still killed me.
I cannot deny that, no. But if you’re not here to seek release, then why are you here?
>I'm here to deliver Justice.
…Justice? …and for what are you seeking Justice? Your death?
For the slaughter of an innocent village!
… … …innocent? Do you honestly believe your kind can be innocent?
...and what have we ever done to you, pray tell? Why don’t you think we are incapable of being innocent? What have we-
You destroyed my kind, stole our purpose of existence and perverted it beyond recognition. What a fool you are, believing that your action would not brought with it our fury. What a grand and intoxicating innocence, to show such nativity for the consequences of your action… but, you are like the rest of your kind… just mortal. It understandable that your simple mind do not understand what you have wrought.
…what?
As shown, you don’t even understand what you have done. No, what you seek is not Justice, it is vengeance. A never ending cycle of vengeance, spanning centuries. As you take life, so will those in the future. Your action will have consequences… just as ours had… and yours before that.
You sought vengeance!? For what!?
For taking the one thing we craved. Our purpose. No, I would implore you not to continue following your rage, but I understand if you won’t listen. I do not ask for your forgiveness for my past wrong doings, I simply ask you to consider your actions. The only way you can do to stop a cycle of revenge is to put down your blade like I have done, even if it means exile and death.
…you really like to blabber on, don’t you? I don’t think you really have given me any answers I needed, either.
…very well, I will give you something. My name is Yate.
That doesn’t really-
And while you were the only one back then that came back from the dead, you weren’t the only survivor.
…what? Someone else… survived!? Who!? Where!?
The library will hold answers to those questions, if you can find them. Now… is there something else, or is our reunion over?
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