[Everyone has seen Amarande's message in all its violent glory by now, if they cared to look at it.
He has nothing like it in him. All that's left is ash, breaking apart, and a husked out numb understanding of what he needs to do next.]
I prevented others from acting against the Emperor's efforts. I aided in his sacrifice. I betrayed the trust placed in me.
I am responsible for my actions. I undertook them knowingly, and I accept their consequences.
I cannot ask for forgiveness. I am asking for time.
[To make right what he can. To set his affairs in order. To see those he still holds himself responsible for restored to themselves. To put together how he can do any of that when he can still hardly make himself face the next two words, guilt a cold, black sea inside of him.]
for what the paltry notion of my forgiveness is worth, you do not need it (i never held you to any blame) but you have it, though you have done nothing i have not, and thus i ask of you the same
[They don't blame each other for a shared sin. That's more than many people manage. It's better than her forgiveness, which would ruin him as badly as she's been left ruined, because of all the eyes he can barely force himself to meet -
I do not mind coming. I wasn't sure if you were still close to his house or not.
[because he's not risking seeing the dude again now that he's apparently decided he's done playing nice and docile. also not going to dance around any of it either.]
How many are staying there? I'm planning on bringing tea that helps lower it and some of the small orbs from April.
As it is done now? Making the Cavalier a furnace for their power?
No. I saw an alternate world in my time here where my other self was attempting to try just that, and he deemed it likely impossible without destroying the host and Cavalier soul alike.
[ Accusations, threats, and excuses unfold through the network. Chaos reigns, and through it all, there's only one thing he wants to know. Cloaked in fire, his turbulent demeanor is held in check, addressing him in a too calm tone. ]
Did you force Midoriya to watch a human sacrifice.
[Half hot, half cold. Paul understands the explanation fully now, faced with the manifested fury of Shouto's fierce inquiry. The calm in his voice exhibits a control that Paul would admire under any other circumstance, and still almost does even as the question slips a chill knife between his ribs.
His expression is drawn as a bridge across a moat when he answers the message, his answer steady and even:]
Yes.
[No lies, no excuses. He deserves the shelter of neither.]
[ There's a coldness in his eyes, the flames starting to recede as the pendulum swings the other way. ]
That's not something he'll get over.
[ None of them would. They came from a world built on the shoulders of giants where death was rare and heroes saved people no matter the odds. Where losing even one person was devastating, let alone being forced to watch and do nothing. The very thought turns his anger cold and unforgiving, dousing the flames. ]
[ The same gutless excuse as his father. Instead of facing what he wrought, he buried his head in the sand as if that would make anyone feel better. Having lived it, the idea of Midoriya going through the same thing stokes his anger into a cold fury. ]
You're running away.
[ Frost starts to creep up his neck, seeding crystals that spread down his jaw. ]
[Paul will come to regret not stopping to conceal this conversation some time in the future, but in the instant of Shouto's accusation he is not afflicted with much concern for anything that comes after it. His eye snaps open with a flash of eerie blue light in its green iris, his jaw tightening with an emotion indefinable even to him.]
A coward?
[He drops his hand. It curls into a fist as its twin does, both hidden out of view of his Omni at his sides.]
I'm worse than a coward. I'm a traitor. Why should I ask him to bear that?
[If Paul was a better disciplined person, he'd be able to keep the crack out of his voice even now, in the extremity of loss. He'd be as cold as Shouto is, but without the fury. He'd accept his fate with the stoicism of a fated monster.
But he can't stop thinking of Izuku, blood-splattered, wounded in body and soul. He can't stop wanting to have wiped the tears from his face and taken him into his arms, traitor or not. He can't stop wanting, and this is always his weakness.]
He doesn't want to see me. Should I force him to? Is that what you're asking me to do?
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[Everyone has seen Amarande's message in all its violent glory by now, if they cared to look at it.
He has nothing like it in him. All that's left is ash, breaking apart, and a husked out numb understanding of what he needs to do next.]
I prevented others from acting against the Emperor's efforts. I aided in his sacrifice. I betrayed the trust placed in me.
I am responsible for my actions. I undertook them knowingly, and I accept their consequences.
I cannot ask for forgiveness. I am asking for time.
[To make right what he can. To set his affairs in order. To see those he still holds himself responsible for restored to themselves. To put together how he can do any of that when he can still hardly make himself face the next two words, guilt a cold, black sea inside of him.]
I'm sorry.
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They want the same thing. It's not forgiveness.]
You can have anything you ask of me.
It's yours.
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and harrow would like paul to still be her family.
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[There's no question, for the first request or the second. Their Houses are entwined, even in the absence of the one (two) who knits them together.]
You'll always have a home with me.
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That's where we all are.
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You don't have toHow is P]You don't have to come that far. We can meet you closer. Or you can leave it some place you choose.
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[because he's not risking seeing the dude again now that he's apparently decided he's done playing nice and docile. also not going to dance around any of it either.]
How many are staying there? I'm planning on bringing tea that helps lower it and some of the small orbs from April.
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[There is more than one absence there, a household sliced apart.]
We have Gideon with us.
I remember you asking her about Lyctorhood.
How much did Palamedes tell you?
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Most of what he knew, which the "Emperor" confirmed under Remina's influence. More still after, but I am not sure that is my place to say.
Why?
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No. I saw an alternate world in my time here where my other self was attempting to try just that, and he deemed it likely impossible without destroying the host and Cavalier soul alike.
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I told her I was coming back for her.
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Did you force Midoriya to watch a human sacrifice.
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His expression is drawn as a bridge across a moat when he answers the message, his answer steady and even:]
Yes.
[No lies, no excuses. He deserves the shelter of neither.]
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You made him watch!
Aren't you supposed to be his friend?!
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I should have been.
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[ There's a coldness in his eyes, the flames starting to recede as the pendulum swings the other way. ]
That's not something he'll get over.
[ None of them would. They came from a world built on the shoulders of giants where death was rare and heroes saved people no matter the odds. Where losing even one person was devastating, let alone being forced to watch and do nothing. The very thought turns his anger cold and unforgiving, dousing the flames. ]
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[His voice has a brittle, breaking quality, a roughness coming through his raw throat from his equally raw nerves.]
Like I should have done from the beginning.
[He presses the heel of one hand into an eye, closing the other.]
I know what I did to him.
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You're running away.
[ Frost starts to creep up his neck, seeding crystals that spread down his jaw. ]
Like a spineless coward.
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A coward?
[He drops his hand. It curls into a fist as its twin does, both hidden out of view of his Omni at his sides.]
I'm worse than a coward. I'm a traitor. Why should I ask him to bear that?
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You tell him what you did.
How you betrayed him, and take what he gives you.
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[If Paul was a better disciplined person, he'd be able to keep the crack out of his voice even now, in the extremity of loss. He'd be as cold as Shouto is, but without the fury. He'd accept his fate with the stoicism of a fated monster.
But he can't stop thinking of Izuku, blood-splattered, wounded in body and soul. He can't stop wanting to have wiped the tears from his face and taken him into his arms, traitor or not. He can't stop wanting, and this is always his weakness.]
He doesn't want to see me. Should I force him to? Is that what you're asking me to do?
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apologies for the late reply
Hey, I took a whole month off, you’re good!