"So what do you intend to do, kill them? Or trap them in a Jaunt as the Hermit was?" she asks, crossing her arms. "Why should we Travelers be put to use to help you fight each other for this world, when you've brought us here against our will? This is your squabble, settle it yourselves!"
"We have had enough die already, Champion," the figure answers, almost angrily, though it does not show on their face. "The actions of the wicked must have consequences. But True Death is not one of them."
"That is impossible," they say to Vilari's last comment. "We require other hands, other beings. Else the fabric of reality tears itself apart."
"This isn't our fight!" The fury from earlier is returning full-force, perhaps in reaction to the anger in Judgment themself. "You're forcing us to engage in this- this squabble of yours', and you don't care! You're involving children, the fragile, you've toyed with us!"
She looks very nearly ready to strangle the Trump, in all honesty. "You've hurt us in so many ways- physically, yes, spiritually, without a doubt, and emotionally- When will you face the consequences of your actions!? What gives you the right to make us experience all this pain and heartache for your sake!?"
"Incorrect," they answer, frowning. "On many counts. I have forced you to do nothing. You were not drawn here by my power, but by Fortuna's rules set forth in this round of Synodiporia. I care for you, Vilari Mahariel, my Champion, as I care for all my Champions. The children and the fragile are as capable of greatness as you - for example, the child Right, who I have claimed as my Chosen."
Despite her rage, Penuel takes a step forward, showing deep concern in their otherwise neutral face. "This journey wears on you too greatly, then? You wish me to ease your burden?"
"What do you mean 'ease my burden'?" she snaps, actual tears appearing in her eyes that she angrily swipes away. "You turned me into a mother, something I will never be, and it was just as easily discarded as a rag! Siblings to an orphan who will never have bloodkin, community to a pariah- And now you ask if I need you to 'ease my burden'!? Stop mocking us!"
"But you have been a mother, a sibling, and so on - you have experienced those facets of yourself already." They seem rather confused that she does not see as they do. Their hand suddenly reaches outward, palm up, and they state carefully:
"It is... usually not within my nature, to cease progress, even reverse it. But I can do such a thing for my Chosen, with the hope that you will find your true path."
"Incorrect. They are in your memories. They have not been taken. Yet you wish me to take them from you. And so I must, if you are to continue your Journey unimpeded."
"They were never mine, damn you!" she spits in Elvish, hands curling into fists. "They were Valeriya's, Ritsuki's, the Peregrine woman- they are not me and I am not them. Just how much more of this do you expect us to take without killing ourselves to escape?"
"You do not understand. Valeriya, Ritsuki, the others... they are You, my Chosen. I believe the Earthen Bard once stated that a rose by any other name smells as sweet."
They shake their head, solemnly. "Suicide will not aid your escape. Only completion. I do not believe you are foolish enough to attempt an action which has already proven to be harmful to your species during the events of Moebius. I will remove these memories which are so heinous to thee, but I expect better Judgment next time, Chosen."
And Vilari finds herself back in Liminal Space with the others, her memories hazy.
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"That is impossible," they say to Vilari's last comment. "We require other hands, other beings. Else the fabric of reality tears itself apart."
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She looks very nearly ready to strangle the Trump, in all honesty. "You've hurt us in so many ways- physically, yes, spiritually, without a doubt, and emotionally- When will you face the consequences of your actions!? What gives you the right to make us experience all this pain and heartache for your sake!?"
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Despite her rage, Penuel takes a step forward, showing deep concern in their otherwise neutral face. "This journey wears on you too greatly, then? You wish me to ease your burden?"
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"It is...
usually not within my nature, to cease progress, even reverse it. But I can do such a thing for my Chosen, with the hope that you will find your true path."
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She glares with clear distrust in her eyes at the offered hand. "What do you mean by 'true path'?"
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they are You, my Chosen. I believe the Earthen Bard once stated that a rose by any other name smells as sweet."
They shake their head, solemnly. "Suicide will not aid your escape. Only completion. I do not believe you are foolish enough to attempt an action which has already proven to be harmful to your species during the events of Moebius. I will remove these memories which are so heinous to thee, but I expect better Judgment next time, Chosen."
And Vilari finds herself back in Liminal Space with the others, her memories hazy.