Indeliblepromise - 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝑾𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑷.

How dare this game make me ACTUALLY PLAY IT.

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ❛ㅤI'll have you know, ' CONVINCING ' and ' MANIPULATION ' aren't the same thing ! ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤBut PROBABLY NOT ! ㅤ❜

"No manipulation. That's off the table." Set the ground rules. "Oh, but--can Vanitas speak other languages besides French?"

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒅 ?

you sacrifice yourself

what drives you is the fact that you feel beholden to others. you protect them, at the cost of your own safety. maybe it's one specific person you're weak for, maybe it's anybody and everybody -- you jump in front of that sword, that bullet, that cracking whip because you would rather be the one to hurt. you think that pain is most beautiful when misdirected. you believe that this makes you strong, a hero. danger doesn't faze you anymore. you learned not to fear fire or drowning; you don't love them, but sometimes you think you love the call of death. you were waiting for a reason to meet it, really.

pyrrhic victory

is this even a happy ending? you don't, technically, lose. but what did you have to sacrifice? how many people are no longer standing at your side by the end? how can you move on, knowing that all of your effort was mostly in vain? did your actions even matter? perhaps it would have been better to do nothing at all. perhaps you would have hurt less. you will not be protected by your legacy. you will not be honored by future generations. and before you even get to leave behind a name so hollow, you must live, and die, and try to understand why you were placed at the center of so much war.

you help the enemy win

you truly think that you are doing what's right, up until the very end. the path you chose set you apart from your friends, your loved ones, your place in society, but you insisted that you were only protecting the things and people you care about. you were tricked. or, at the very least, you were manipulated. it is partly your fault for being naive, but obviously you will not be forgiving yourself for that again. perhaps if you had been given the whole truth, you would have acted differently, and the blood of your friends would not be on your hands. but time is a hard rule in tragedies. you get one chance. this was yours.

Tagged by: @luckquartzed ( thank you ! )

Tagging: Whoever !

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒔 of the surrounding snowscape as the other would assist the fallen soldier. It seemed as if everything was COVERED and whatever other soldiers were injured were being assisted by their partners and the medics.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤAqua orbs turn back to her companion; making certain that she was okay carrying the fallen Silvermane guard. The other seemed to be okay. Still, combat and war were NEVER easy and though she didn't often find herself on the battlefield like this, she knew that harsh truth all too well.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤThe camp isn't that far from here. I chose the closest and safest area I could without increasing the risk of any surprise attacks from the Fragmentum. Butㅤ—ㅤif you get tired, we can TAKE TURNS. I just can't guarantee I'll be any faster than you.ㅤ❜

The tangible difference between the way they were raised would be appreciated if she knew it. A bright young girl like her deserved something easier- kinder. Even if there was still tragedy, at least she wasn't riddle with it. At least she had here and now, with the people who she cared for and cared about her in turn.

"'m always careful, sweetheart. Ain't no reason t' worry about me, I promise."

If worse came to worse, at least she could handle herself just as well as any soldier. Not that she wanted for it to be that way, but all the same. Even if they had once been separated by Underworld and overworld- Eros wanted the best for the people of Belobog. Regardless of where they may live.

So she'd follow behind the younger diligently. Amethyst eyes scanning their surroundings as they went. Ready shoulder there be any issues at all. And she's grateful, at least, to see there's only the one man- what they hope is one.

Following in step behind Pela, she would sling the other man's arm over her shoulders. Despite her own short stature, she housed a strength many didn't typically see. She did so love to play damsel any other time- but now wasn't one of them.

"'m right here with ya, Pela. Let's get our friend here somewhere safer."

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑰𝒕 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆; one that the child usually WOULD have taken on despite his own timidness. Butㅤ—ㅤit's not really fun anymore when the other was expecting it. The duo would have to wait for a more OPPORTUNE timeㅤ—ㅤpreferably when the other forgot about this encounter and was no longer aware.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤWe would give it another shotㅤ—ㅤbut it doesn't really WORK as well if you know it's coming ! A good scare is one you're NOT expecting !ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤDoes this Morty scare you ALL the time ?ㅤ❜

Will gave the child a smile. "Don't feel too bad about it; I would have detected your pokemon's presence sooner or later anyway. I just happened to have experience with Morty's."

And speaking of said pokemon...

Will winced at the unholy screech, covering his ears while giving a blank, unimpressed stare at the gengar. "You'll have to do better than that to get me," he said, fully aware of the challenge he just threw down.