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RESTORATION. There's a distinct feeling that comes along with the knowledge that the world is about to die; you've experienced it once already, and you can feel it again now - another of those sensations that permeates your body clear through, shaking you to your core, and Arceus... Arceus doesn't hesitate. There's another burst of light, almost blinding as it shoots upward and splits into a myriad streaks of light coursing down toward the earth; it's almost beautiful in its impending destructiveness, though perhaps it isn't something that can be fully appreciated with the knowledge of what it's about to cause. All those people, all those Pokémon, reset to what they once were - to say nothing of yourselves. And then, suddenly and sharply, the world stops. Not the world. The universe. It isn't the first time you've felt time and space simply stop - but instead of the stagnation of the reset or the Distortion World, there's something very deliberate-seeming about this; it doesn't feel like stagnation so much as it does protection, keeping the world in stasis until something can be done. Exactly what that something is...well, it's difficult to say. But one thing is certain: even if they can't be seen or properly felt, Dialga and Palkia are certainly here, and it seems that for the time being at least, they're with you. Arceus shrieks out another of those primal roars, the sound harsh and agitated; the remnants of the incomplete Judgement remain bright and hovering above you, above everything. A reminder, perhaps, of everything that's at stake; after all, no one can defy the Creator forever. The frozen timespace doesn't seem to have affected you, nor Cyrus or his Commanders; you're all still capable of acting for yourselves while Judgement is stalled out. Exactly what that entails has yet to be seen. Best of luck to you. |
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You're not denying what I said--no one's shown you true kindness when you needed it. Perhaps some of the people of this world failed you, but you've now gone so far as to convince yourself that all are equally guilty for the actions of a relative few. You wish to eradicate suffering perhaps so that no one should ever feel as isolated as you, all while isolating yourself ever further. Twisting your own desire to help the world and condemning it instead. You are in need of compassion now more than you have ever been, and it's you that's blinded to that fact. You see what you choose to see, claiming that our actions are done in self-interest: saving this world, saving our own lives.
Pardon my Tenebraean, but that's a load of shit. If we wanted to save this world and not cared for your fate, I would have killed you before you had a chance to release the creator. Get it through your head: no matter how long it takes, no matter the resets, regardless of how many times we must repeat this journey again and again we're going to help you or die trying.
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[He's quiet once that's out there, though; just...give him a moment to recover himself, he doesn't like being angry like this, it's fucking hideous- ]
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...
You're no more or less than human, Cyrus. [His answer came calm and steady.] That means you'll have my compassion whether you believe you need it or not.
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[It doesn't settle him, but he does seem to center himself a bit; the words are likewise even, though they're a little on the blank side. Not as badly as that first time still, more just...burnt-out, somewhat.]
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You're afraid of compassion you don't understand, and of the unknown that will transpire should you acknowledge your path is wrong.
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[And we know his stance on pointless endeavors by now.]
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So I reiterate: you're afraid to take a risk and acknowledge that we offer you our sympathy because you deserve it. How long are you going to cower in the dark and cover your ears pretending this isn't happening, that you remain justified despite all the evidence before your own eyes?
Are you resolved to help this world as I thought, or are you truly no more than a coward of a child throwing a fit and refusing to see any way but your own misguided foolishness?
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[And honestly, that...does seem to be more or less true, irritated though he is about it. There's always been an insistence on using numbers and an easier time recalling them than names - has he used anyone's name here, other than Emmeryn's? and even that one took a while; it's been noted multiple times that he doesn't always answer what's being asked, or if he does it isn't precisely...linear in any way. His manner of speaking has never precisely been normal, either.
So there's...that, and that likely explains a fair amount whether he means it to or not.]
I don't fear you, however. Or your sympathy.
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[Calmly, Ignis folded his arms and tilted his head in genuine curiosity.]
Then why? Why dig in your heels and refuse to examine any other options? You're far from an idiot, Cyrus, I'm confident in that assessment. But if you're half as intelligent as I believe you are, should you not at least consider that there are better ways to reform a world than through tormenting gods and mortals alike?
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...We're done with this.
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Answer me. If you don't fear us or our sympathy, why are you so afraid?
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...
Admittedly, I may be projecting, but it’s a difficult thing to deal with. So... I suppose I can offer a bit of empathy, if not necessarily sympathy.
[look, Michael was heartfelt and genuine, maybe he should try now that he’s calmed the fuck down....]
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you and michael are
interesting
people]
...Projection is more than a surprising number of people are capable of.
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Well, it’s a bit understandable given how insistent you are that no one could possibly understand, and to be honest, I don’t entirely know what tortured logic leaps you made to decide this was actually a good idea. Then again, that probably has to do with the fact that I’m probably one of those people you’d like to see quietly erased of all spirit even if you had to only choose the sorts of people who would have made your life hell.
But you got it in your head, you committed to it, and now a bunch of overly kind strangers from other worlds are essentially rocking yours. It really isn’t an easy thing to deal with, is it? It’s definitely simpler to ignore the possibility that they’re right and you’re wrong. Or, at the very least, the world is more complex than anyone can really handle and no one can really be right about it. It’s not as bad as you think it is, but it’ll never be as kind as you want it to be. It just will be, with pure subjectivity.
You’re probably wrong about the world, Cyrus, and that’s terrifying. It’s the most terrifying experience possible, and when you allow yourself to accept that, you’ll probably find yourself quietly staring at the wall for a while. But after you’ve processed it, it can be surprisingly liberating.
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[...look he's not arguing with you and that's probably the best we're going to get at this exact second]
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