#...hmph.

[rococos-jewels]

…You hears your door open, and in steps the light.

Which would have been bad enough, but it seemed like she was carrying an incredibly injured comedian with him. At the least broken legs, which explained why they were carrying him. you had a feeling xe would have done that anyways.

Hm…medical supplies here, correct? Poor little spark here needs to get fixed up.

OH MY GOD COMEDIAN?!

what the FRICK have you done to them?!

I should've known you were going to do something like this.

Harm and love are not the same thing jest, and once I've helped comedian I WILL be dealing with you.

Rococo takes comedian out of your arms and rushes upstairs.

Pfft, "poor little spark"? Pathetic. I'm so sorry you had to be around xem comedian. I'm sorry you haven't adhered to my warnings.

I should've told you sooner, otherwise you wouldn't have gotten into this mess.

Rococo places you down on the infamous chair and searches her shelves for her supplies.

[rococos-jewels]

why am i not enough

why am i never enough

why must you take everything from me

my blood will spill until my veins are dry

and it will still not be enough

m xvc ws levh m eq rsx pmoi csy xlic tvsqmwih qi qsvi m hmh rsx pszi ws xlic gevzih qc gliwx yrxmp m leh e lievx pmoi csy xlic qehi qi m eq rsx pmoi csy fyx m xvc m pszi mw mx rsx irsykl? ampp m riziv fi irsykl? m xvc ws levh. tpiewi tpiewi tpiewi

m nywx aerx xs pszi alc hs csy xeoi izivcxlmrk jvsq qi? m gerx ks fego hsrx csy orsa xlex? xliviw rsxlmrk pijx mq ws xmvih mq ws xmvih mq ws xmvih tpiewi hsrx xeoi xlmw jvsq qi

m eq rsx xs csyv wxerhevhw fyx m eq rs psrkiv qsvxep rs psrkiv viep

nywx pmklx xlex mw epp m ampp iziv fi

mw mx rsx irsykl jsv csy? rsx irsykl?

m hmih qc fpssh wtmpx sr xli epxev mw mx rsx irsykl?

mq wsvvc m nywx aerx xs pszi mq wsvvc

alc hs csy lexi qi

alc hsiw izivcsri lexi qi

eq m xs hmi ekemr? mx lyvxw hs feh

mx epp lyvxw ws feh tpiewi

mx lyvxw

You are a mockery to my trauma. I hate you, because you didn't have to go through everything I did to become something else.

I hate you because you show an undying love, the exact reason I was never good enough back then.

I hate you for the way you take advantage of those around you.

I hate you for the way you take your form tries so very hard to be like us.

But you'll never be like us. You may have died, but you weren't tortured. You weren't held against your will to take the lives of those you loved. You weren't trained until you could not be trained anymore. Your kind do not have tedious protocols you must follow, even for mundane tasks.

You did not have to bear the weight of the sins of the world on your own back, carrying it up that mountain, just for it to fall and retry, again and again.

Just because you were kind. Just because your childlike innocence was taken advantage of.

We are not the same, and although I do not like this thing, they have moulded me into, I would still prefer it a thousand times over to have the mindset of someone like you.

[rococos-jewels]

[H-hello? Are you there...?]

Evangeline pushed her way through stacks upon stacks of medical waste, the dark and grimy Church nearly claustrophobic with the clutter. She would've expected it to be this grand ,opulent cathedral knowing their leader, but no. It was small. And it reeked of rotten meat.

[The um... The Heart of Light and Fire ordered me to come here...she said the medics wouldn't be enough to heal...this.]

She searched around for Andromeda, pushing her way through the mess. She was in so much pain, she'd prefer if he just smiled her at this point.

[rococos-jewels]

heya rococo, it’s good t’see…

something was wrong. he felt it. he felt sick. he didn’t know what but it was so wrong.

uh, i just…had fun news, i f…did- something…

why were there camellias. he recognized-he- he felt so bad so quickly. just the sight of the camellias made him nauseous.

Rococo greeted him while she was organising a bouquet of camellias. She had more camellias in her pockets and in her hair. Something was wrong.

Courier, nice to see you. What news do you have for me? I would love to see.

Her voice was flat and had barely any emotion behind it. There were so many camellias. So many camellias.

[rococos-jewels]

Evangeline meandered along the dark, empty city streets, replaying her conversations with Andromeda over and over again in her mind. Did she deserve this? She hadn't exactly done anything wrong, sometimes she wondered if she had ever acctually done anything punishable in the first place. It didn't matter. She had to serve her time nonetheless. She kept walking, but came to a stop at a noticeably darker alleyway, nearly unnatural for the time of day.

[rococos-jewels]

Hello again.

He quickly noticed the flowers, everywhere. They were everywhere. He had actually came for jewelry this time, he had an idea. But, maybe he should put that on hold.

You have lots of camellias.

Oh-oh! Hello Arthur, it's...Nice to see you again.

I'm glad you noticed! The camellias are quite wonderful. They are beautiful. I love them.

Do you love them too?

She smiles at you,dazed.

She shoves a bouquet of camellias in her pocket.

[rococos-jewels]

A radio nearby flickers to life and starts switching through channels quickly. It appears to be saying something you can barely make it ou-

[HERE WE GO AGAIN.]

[rococos-jewels]

are you busy, miss jeweler? miss jeweler, are you busy?

A voice cooed from no where, accompanied by a giggling.

Before you appeared someone rather tall, camellias decorated their head. They didn’t look angelic, nor like a deity, but something in your chest made you feel like something was…hm. Their face seemed to glow, obscuring most of their features, but even purer white eyes peered at you.

You seem lost! What are you doing, jeweler? You seem like your grieving, I knew someone who grieved once!

I- who-

Who the hell are you?!

I- how did you-

She had never seen a glow that bright before. Not even in the heavens. Was this a higher being entirely? Was this a guide she could follow? She did say it was time for a new religion.

H-how do you know who I am...?

How did you know I was- how?

She was shaking with fear. She was terrified, how did you know her?