𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏.

[demainvient]

𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 ⊹ 𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒚 ⊹ 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍
 

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—𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆

[demainvient]

[ from here ]

[ The effect those words, from this man, has on him is abrupt and alarming. Heat flushes through him like sheets of fire; his heart pounds. It's an insult— it's mockery. ]

And who do you imagine will come after, when you're killing those who would give them a chance to live? To exist in a world free of the Gommage, free to have families of their own and to live to see their children grow?

awww yeah time to lock in

[betenoir]

[And the more this man speaks, the greater the fire of his own anger; his rage boils and bubbles but he has lived enough lifetimes to bring his emotions under control. Or at stop them appearing on the surface. How many of those people had shown his children kindness? Who had made the choice not to betray their trust? Who had not tortured Clea, Verso or Alicia for the gifts they had been given? Who would not choose revenge?]

Imagination cannot protect our children. You cannot speak of the future when you know nothing about the world. You cannot understand why I do what I do. But for all my word is worth, those who come after are those I am protecting at all costs.

[Does this man not think he has a family of his own? Because if saving his loved ones means others must lose their own, then so be it.]

hell yeah love this for us

[demainvient]

Your word is ash.

[ The word of a murderer, one who claims to be working for the greater good, means nothing to him. He can't comprehend a world in which Alan, Lucien, Catherine, all the others living, thriving, releasing themselves from the Paintress' yoke is somehow an evil. To live with a heart this cold, this man has become as implacable as winter.

He will never let his own heart wither this way. ]

How can you blame me, any of us, for not understanding the world when you slaughter us just as we begin to see it? Is it you keeping us in the dark as much as the Paintress?

time to equip la baguette

[betenoir]

[This man is getting dangerously close to the truth. He cannot allow this to become a problem.]

What you see you feel you understand. But like we warn our children, the world is dangerous and vastly different to what you know. You should consider being kept in the dark a kindness.

[And if anyone understands living in the dark it's his children.]

whap him right on the nose

[demainvient]

[ A hit: center mass. He can still feel the pain of that particular dream fading away to nothing. ]

The children of Lumière are few and far between and fewer every year. And of those few, so many are orphans, with no one there to warn them of anything, let alone the dangers of a world they have never seen and cannot comprehend. Perhaps you would consider it a greater kindness that they never be born, too.

[betenoir]

If that is what you believe you have never have gotten it worse.

Life is a gift to be cherished. No matter how difficult our struggles, we receive the blessing of wonderful memories, the warmest of dreams. You should be painting lives for yourselves instead of leaving Lumiere's shores to witness death. Return home. Spend your final years at peace.

[Ignore the fact he caused a good portion of that death, please.]

[demainvient]

Pretty words for a man who has destroyed so many of those lives.

The only chance for the people I care about to live their lives they way you suggest they ought is for the expeditions to succeed. I would give my own life before I'd go back and tell them I gave up and doomed them to the Gommage forever. The life you describe is one lived in complacency and apathy. We deserve better. They deserve better.

[betenoir]

They deserve to live. There is little else worse in this world than disappearing into nothingness. But have you considered what could be a fate worse than death? For you claim you would offer up your life. But would you offer up the truth?