[ Sorry to everyone, but Joonghyuk's instincts tell him to attack. It's easier for him to take reckless actions when he feels that he's alone. He has always been alone, hasn't he? Only he remembers the future to come, the future that has become the past, every single timeline undone lives in his memory alone. Only he stands in the same place as the world changes around him.
The solitude lets his mind stray, thoughts clouding his reasoning. The scars, the veil that sparkles like a starry night... The white coat that he hates—black is the superior color. Black is their theme color. What is white supposed to represent here? Happiness? Change? Detachment?
... It was once that he pitied this person, didn't he? They watched him and his regression where he loses none of his companions. Why is it you, not me? This person envied him, but now—he lets his sword speak. Die. ]
[ There's no reason to apologize, because Dimitri also chooses hostility. He's tired. The rain has washed away the dregs of his patience, the distance from the others makes his heart ache is a visceral way. He stabbed a 'friend' to get here, he faced devils to escape.
And now there's this thing in front of him? No. It's enough. Dimitri already knows who this beast is: the only survivor of a terrible tragedy, a monster left standing when everyone else he loved was burnt to blood and ashes. Malicious, cruel, unkind. Everyone who has seen this beast—this part of him—has shrunk away, afraid.
But Dimitri draws the small blade he's carried this whole while, and lunges forward, body wearied but rage flashing bright in his eyes. Of course he's going to attack. He'll acknowledge this monster with the sharp end of a dagger, and nothing else. This is what it, he—they deserve. ]
[the ache in that distance-- it's not familiar, but someday, it will be. he knows what's to come, knows the weight he is to bear, and seeing it reflected in the man in front of him...
he should do the same as the other two, whether he knows they are or not. destroy the future ere it comes to pass, try to prevent that self from ever existing at all. the events that create the emet-selch of the future are too devastating for anyone to bear and come out the same.
he should. but-
-it's a little strange, but you know what? I can see all the good parts of him in you.
he never wanted to consider this man a part of him.
I just wanted you to know that you don't grow up to be completely irredeemable, Emet-Selch.
he's silent, motionless, for several moments, before he walks up to the edge of the hole.]
Fine. Are we going, or not? Do something decent with yourself.
[ You've made your decisions, and suddenly, you see things with clarity.
The figure sighs, tiredly, even rolls his eyes in a familiar way as Emet-Selch voices his impatience. He makes a motion as if to say 'right this way, then --' but in that moment, Joonghyuk and Dimitri leap forward to stab this thing that represents everything they don't want to face, head and appearance shifting between the pristine white-coated Joonghyuk, the beastly monster that represents hidden violence. And of course, the previously headless boy, some teenager who looks stunned, but grits his teeth, bitter as his body falls backwards into the whirlpool.
There is silence, and then the ground below begins to rumble as the body disappears. The final sacrifice has been made, and something begins crawling out of the hole. ]
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The solitude lets his mind stray, thoughts clouding his reasoning. The scars, the veil that sparkles like a starry night... The white coat that he hates—black is the superior color. Black is their theme color. What is white supposed to represent here? Happiness? Change? Detachment?
... It was once that he pitied this person, didn't he? They watched him and his regression where he loses none of his companions. Why is it you, not me? This person envied him, but now—he lets his sword speak. Die. ]
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And now there's this thing in front of him? No. It's enough. Dimitri already knows who this beast is: the only survivor of a terrible tragedy, a monster left standing when everyone else he loved was burnt to blood and ashes. Malicious, cruel, unkind. Everyone who has seen this beast—this part of him—has shrunk away, afraid.
But Dimitri draws the small blade he's carried this whole while, and lunges forward, body wearied but rage flashing bright in his eyes. Of course he's going to attack. He'll acknowledge this monster with the sharp end of a dagger, and nothing else. This is what it, he—they deserve. ]
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he should do the same as the other two, whether he knows they are or not. destroy the future ere it comes to pass, try to prevent that self from ever existing at all. the events that create the emet-selch of the future are too devastating for anyone to bear and come out the same.
he should. but-
-it's a little strange, but you know what? I can see all the good parts of him in you.
he never wanted to consider this man a part of him.
I just wanted you to know that you don't grow up to be completely irredeemable, Emet-Selch.
he's silent, motionless, for several moments, before he walks up to the edge of the hole.]
Fine. Are we going, or not? Do something decent with yourself.
[she insists that he can, that he has.]
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The figure sighs, tiredly, even rolls his eyes in a familiar way as Emet-Selch voices his impatience. He makes a motion as if to say 'right this way, then --' but in that moment, Joonghyuk and Dimitri leap forward to stab this thing that represents everything they don't want to face, head and appearance shifting between the pristine white-coated Joonghyuk, the beastly monster that represents hidden violence. And of course, the previously headless boy, some teenager who looks stunned, but grits his teeth, bitter as his body falls backwards into the whirlpool.
There is silence, and then the ground below begins to rumble as the body disappears. The final sacrifice has been made, and something begins crawling out of the hole. ]