❛❛ it’s going to take a lot more than a loaded gun to stop him, ❜❜ she points out without missing so much as a beat, a lack of smug critic to his apparent claims. her voice remains soft despite it’s challenging intentions, like a foolish small sheep bickering among a hungry wolf. her dainty physique holds no real intimidation but the spirit and resolve burns passionately within golden eyes. her thin ash brows then narrow, painted pink lips pulling into a tight line as she observes the man with a bit more caution. knowing that stubborn Swede, he was going to give Kazuya a reason to go after him anyways ——— war or no war. she was learning that no matter what was said or done, these Mishima men would find any reason to raise their fists at one another. Lars didn’t need a rebellious army to give Kazuya or Heihachi a reason to fight him ; these pleads were becoming more and more futile now. still ——— much like this cursed bloodline, Valentine will also never cease her fighting either. she knew in her heart that she had a part to play, even if she hadn’t quite grasped it ( yet ).
she’s painted as the privileged princess in his eyes, one who does not understand the burdens and purpose of the iron fist warrior from so high atop her tower. she can’t even bring herself to correct him because part of her believes there is truth to his blunt words ——— like a harsh reality she didn’t want to live in anymore. there was a lot she wanted to learn and understand about the clan, like what instinctively drives them to fight when there were other means of living ; where did they obtain unbelievable power that placed them above mere mortals like herself and why it was given to them the first place. these questions were all too familiar as they’d once been applied to herself. she couldn’t explain these consistent dreams she had most night ——— all usually centering the Mishimas. why had the universe even decided she of all people should possess this gift was beyond her.
❛❛ i’m…a lot more aware than you think. this princess left her tower long ago because she wanted to live among the world beneath her ——— as you put it. as a result of living and breathing the chaos this family feud has plagued upon this world, it’s what drives me to remain at Lars’ side as not just a woman who loves him but as an ally and as one of the man victims affected by your fighting. i admit that i still have much to learn but is a man like yourself in any position to be lecturing me ? you must’ve lost sight of this reality you accuse me of knowing nothing about. look at what you’re all doing to this beautiful world… and for what ——— power ? ! ❜❜ it was foolish.
‒ She’s getting on his nerves. Both by thinking she has the allowance to intervene, as well as feeling obliged to speak about things she does not know. It seems that despite how humble she proclaimed to be, she forgot she wasn’t walking the same plane. Still a mortal, and unable to comprehend what she was facing. The man’s left eye glows even red, impish and crushing what little of a pedestal she was on. They thought that science and every of their useless causes could be enough to rival a product of the devious. Ignorance is a mortal sin.
His voice rose, bearing a subtle change but not impossible to discern for those who carefully listened.
❝Don’t you get it by now. From where I stand, you, Lars, everyone else are nothing. This world is but a playground. If I worried about crushing the ants under my feet, I’d never move forward my goal.❞
For someone with a semblant of human dignity it’d be past the line of morality, however what they deal with is a monster shamelessly pilling up the corpse for its own greedy desires. Truly, Valentine is a polar opposite, way too king for that world. Incorruptible, too. If it had been years ago before Kazuya’s (literal) downfall, then maybe she’d have a chance to bring him back to reason or making him think twice.
Now he was like a ticking bomb, ready to set the world on fire. What choice was left was to scurry away from collateral damages, or attempting to put it off. To no avail. In fact, all these absurd try to stop him from waging war were laughable. Entertaining, until reaching a certain point. The same point that the woman attained. Had to use more concise words...
❝This feud will end once Kazama and the old man decide they had enough and die.❞
Referring them by not their name nor ‘father’ and ‘son’, as always. Perhaps the Devil’s own speech or Kazuya’s outward denial. Yet straight to the point. It was obvious that he wouldn’t stop there still, he had to make what she so called a ‘beautiful world’ to his image. A trophy to his glory. But the truth he left sinking in was a tad different. Never thinking about something else than getting his revenge on Heihachi, Once that’d be done, he’d be at peace (if you can call it that), to some extent. Devil could dispose of him freely, and him, he wouldn’t care at all, not since he fulfilled his only purpose. Though, if time continues to pass by without change, the least living part of him might get addicted to power.
Slowly reverting to the persona of the demon’s host in front of Valentine, tone even more cold but less unstable, less monstrous.
❝You’re mistaking on the whole line. I don’t care about seeing the rest of this world, I don’t want to and don’t need to. I focus on the sole thing important to me. Instead of utopia and sweet dreams, you’d better act on it. Even though, truth be told, you’re too late. Look around you, it’s already in motion.❞
The tip of his head hoists up the skies, in his vision a gentle bordeaux painting them, and there he rejoices. He already won everything. She’s but a buffoon in his court. Silly and stupid. Grin plastering on his face, he even came to forget the young princess’ pestering.
❝Frankly, I don’t regret a single thing. If not getting things done sooner.❞
