arsgoetia | [Day 4] Hell

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[Day 4] Hell

Some of you are discussing serious lawyering with the most serious lawyer. Others are reuniting with old friends, or meeting new ones(?) . . . and some of you are just flat-out riding bad decision dinosaur trains.

The adventure continues. ♥

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The Sword's eyebrows have raised. Wow!

[deeep angry breaths]

"Hey," the Sword says. "It's all right, honey. Darling, it's okay."

Not another word. Unless it's regarding your previous contracts.

"Your promise," he says. "I value it. I know how much your word means to you... I can have faith in that."

I promise. Now tell me.

The Sword says, "I never made a contract with Bastien."

You—what?!

"He was more like... I saw an opportunity, and I took it," the Sword says.

So—there were no conditions to your agreement?

"He was weak to power and excitement, and got overwhelmed. I was... very hungry," the Sword says. "I was starving. I needed food...very, very quickly."

So you urged him to slaughter and then remained in his possession?

"And then he clamped down on me and bound me and chained me and broke a piece of me away," the Sword agrees. "Ahh, you have to understand, it was horrific."

It must have been quite awful for your will to be made subject to that of another.

"I have not eaten away or removed or taken from you any part of yourself," the Sword says. "He did that to me."

I—understand. What actions had you urged him to, specifically?

The Sword frowns at him. "There's far too much history there to sum up in a conversation. If you would let me inside, I could show you."

[pauses]

Aren't you already there? You spoke to me before.

"Just a little hook," he says. "No better than a voice. I can't show you... I can't feel you. I need your agreement for that -- I need you, Konatsu. I really need you."

Tell me about Miss Lucia first.

The Sword's lip curls. "What about her?"

Was it the same as Bastien? What agreement did you have?

"I did not want to be with her," he says. "Would you?"

That—is a complicated matter.

Aaaaaand an irrelevant one.

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