they’re dying. that, alone, is a certainty. the beat of it’s false heart is thunderous in their ears, the course of their blood to remedy its forsake is fleeting if anything. ❪ there’s a thought, intrusive, a immediate grief that devours your fury &. desperation. if lumine was here, fighting by your side &. wrathful in the wielding of her blade, maybe they would’ve been cut down much quickly. or maybe she too would fall, but at least there would be someone to share your suffering / to bleed &. to rise once again with you, hand in divine hand. ❫ that must be one of the worst damnations this world has brought: the helplessness, the constant reminder of no longer standing at their full potential, but what could sol be but an echo of infliction? once an echo of civilizations ashen, the only presence to keep them immortalized but now so, so hollow, so painfully insignificant when contested by the ether that birthed them.
their body is heavy &. it convinces themself it’s an icy grave calling for them once more, but still, they stand, sword pointed with no real resolve. to kill, to defend ── it all came down to what the other did at this point, how quick they in turn could react, didn’t it?
whatever they say falls on deaf ears. i’m so exhausted. ❛ what do you want? ❜ they breathe through tired lungs, takes some careful step to the side, just a little backwards. anything to maintain distance. if the demand for clarity is an effort to buy time, it’s a subconscious, unintentional one at best. ❛ why do you look like him? what could you possibly want enough to wish him dead? ❜ just let me understand.
𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 enough to wish him dead? another stabbing reminder, another cruel twist of fate. HE IS THE ONLY ONE OF US THAT COME OUT LOVED, the thought roars in his ears. it sounds like durin, it sounds like the other projects laid to rest by their master’s hands, it sounds like his own voice. rubedo stares at sol, &. wonders what albedo sees in their eyes.
( endless years. worlds unknown. perhaps even the answers rhinedottir had been looking for, back when the crumbling ruins of their nation were still pristine &. untouched. were still holy, still unjudged. rubedo can almost see it, now, &. thinks it’ll keep that information until it proves useful. )
“ you love him, &. he loves you. ” a statement discerned from the worried looks, the tender touches── it raises its sword higher, stalks closer &. closer to the traveler as it speaks. “ how gracious the fates are, to allow him such happiness. thank celestia above, indeed, that a sinner can still hope to gain their favor. ” bitterness &. anger &. envy laces rubedo’s voice, his laugh. “ is it selfish, to ask for the same? to ask for salvation? ”
is it too much to ask for? he tilts his head at sol, expression vacant &. cold. ( to a lesser man, it would send shivers down their spine. ) its blade tremors, either from anger or uncontrollable sadness, it doesn’t know. how easy would it be, to come closer, to see the way their eyes hesitate? it wants to see the way the traveler will raise their sword with grim determination, wondering if they can kill the spitting image of their beloved. “ don’t mistake my words. i care naught for you, or for the rest of this forsaken land. but i would like to see why he does, pretend that i can understand. ”
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