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of mortal emotions, hesperus had always known more than the other astrals. it had set him apart- and while he had never wanted to admit it, perhaps it made him lonely. perhaps he had flaws in ways he did not understand. but he had been made perfect for the purpose he was meant for, and that- wasn't that the thing that mattered most? for a time, yes, but now...

riel is crying, saying that he is an unworthy mortal soul. hesperus doesn't quite understand, because riel is so very divine. astrals were not known to lay with mortals to create demigods, nor were primal beasts. so what could riel be other than an astral? maybe one raised by mortals to believe such a thing. hesperus made a mental note to remedy that notion. and riel asks the dusk god to take away the pain.

hesperus is a warrior, not a healer, but he is at the pinnacle of the divine. he is clever and resourceful. he wraps his arms around riel, laying his hands upon the small astral's back in the spot between his wings and closes his eyes. it is not so different from what he's done on the battlefield. he breathes.

strangely, like mortals, riel has a body susceptible to paralysis. it is more complex in nature than mortals, but it is still strange. hesperus wonders if this is a good thing or a bad thing in the long run. in the immediate moment, it is a good thing. he knows he will be able to overpower whatever defenses riel's body has. he rubs riel's back gently-

and paralyses the astral's wings. not to the point of restricting their movement entirely, but certainly to the point where they would perhaps feel numb, the growth of new feathers a distant tingling rather than a stabbing pain. ❝ there, ❞ he murmurs, arms still holding riel tight- ❝ in due time, your feathers will regrow and you will regain feeling in your wings, but until then, the pain will not reach you. ❞

he pulls back then, offering a small smile. ❝ i am not a healer, so i cannot regenerate your wings. but any god can bestow a blessing like this to those who are worthy. ❞ and riel is more than worthy. ⎛ it's nice, really, with the ache of his unrequited love for lucilius fading away, replaced by the warmth of riel's admiration. it's better like this, isn't it? ⎠ ❝ i need nothing in return, for you have already given me what i want. your presence with me. the dawn to meet the dusk. i did not realize that the warmth was missing from my ties to the young dusk god before now. ❞ he will no longer wait for lucilius to turn around and look back at him. the dawn god is no longer worthy of it. but riel is. riel can bask in hesperus' perfection for the rest of eternity if he so desires. ❝ you have given me something precious. i hope that one day you will be able to understand the infinite value of it. ❞

The wing flinches, then stills, beneath the hover of the god's hand—wounded and afraid. Yet despite this instinct—this knee-jerk response to hide and brace—the Fallen does not anticipate any harm. Not from Hesperus, who had looked on the baby bird in Riel's hands with such kindness. It only makes sense that he would look upon Riel the very same. And as Hesperus' wings unfurl, he understands why. They are as dark as his own. Riel looks to him in wonder, tears running thin streams down his pale cheeks. The god is like the dusk mortals are said to fear—only he stands as a beacon of gold in the center, like a northern star, burning boldly against the night. The Fallen wonders how, then, Hesperus is so beautiful to him, if they are both the dark the world fears? His golden eyes shut as stars far smaller. But to Hesperus, still, they shine. The god takes his hands; they are much larger than his own, enveloping them with ease. Riel squeezes them despite his agony, not wishing to be let go. ❝ Hesperus, ❞ he softly cries. His four wings arch forth, embracing gently around their combined forms. ❝ I have nothing—nothing to give back. ❞

❝ You would... relieve me despite? ❞ Can he allow himself that? Riel shakes his head in grief, resting his forehead against their joined hands. ❝ You are a god, and I—am merely a mortal tainted. My soul tells me it is wrong. ❞ His lungs shakily draw in wet air, and his gaze defies him by daring upward to seek out Hesperus' face. ❝ So then why... why does my heart want you to take it all away? Would you..? ❞ Please.

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JRR TOLKIEN QUOTES. a collection of jrr tolkien's novel quotes. change verbiage and pronouns as needed.

where there's life, there's hope.

there is some good in this world and it's worth fighting for.

the wise speak only of what they know.

false hopes are more dangerous than fears.

courage is found in unlikely places.

moonlight drowns out al but the brightst stars.

i would rather spend one lifetime with you, than face all the ages of this world alone.

i will not say do not weep, for not all tears are evil.

little by little, one travels far.

the world is not in your maps and books. it's out there.

all we have to decide is what to do with the time that is give to us.

it is no bad thing to celebrate a simple life.

no, the journey doesn't end here.

death is just another path, one that we must all take.

all that is gold does not glitter.

not all those who wander are lost.

i would have gone with you to the end.

it is not the strength of the body, but the strength of the spirit.

a man that flies from his fear may find that he has only taken a shortcut to meet it.

faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.

i would have followed you my brother, my captain, my king.

many that live deserve death. and some that die deserve life.

no man can kill me.

don't go where i can't follow.

do not spoil the wonder with haste!

you can only come to the morning through the shadows.

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hesperus takes note of the white feathers, of the black ones, and of the exposed bone of the astral's wings. he is not a healer, but he is divine. he is the dusk god, and the dusk goddess before him was knowledgeable of many things. and she encouraged him to learn, too. she encouraged him to grow stronger. it was by shalem's guidance that hesperus became what he was now- the singularity of astral gods, golden and peerless- save one. and that one ... lucilius would have known how to heal, but the dawn god was bitter. hesperus had been doing the work of two on his own for more time than he would want to admit-

maybe he could use what he knew from that to help riel.

❝ what would they cast you out for, riel? ❞ he moves closer, a hand overing over one of the astral's wings. he knows what he is searching for. he is searching for signs of chaos.

of the forces that were dangerous to the astral gods there were few- but chaos was one. capable of killing immortals, a single drop of it could rot even the strongest of bodies. to purge it would require the body itself to change, or the spirit to be strong enough to survive.

luckily, he senses no chaos from riel's body. but something is wrong. ❝ for injuries that you cannot control? for having feathers that are no longer white? mortals are so fearful of the dark- of the setting sun. ❞

then, his own wings unfurl. untouched by chaos, they are not made of steel, but the feathers remain black, as if to make it so that his golden body was the only star in an empty night sky. ❝ look at me, ❞ he says, proud and radiant, ❝ i am hesperus, god of the dusk. my purpose is to observe, to command, to destroy to make way for new creation. i was made by the dusk goddess before me, and i am perfect. ❞

he takes riel's hands- they're soft and much smaller than his. it reminds him how fragile other beings are. so he is gentle. ❝ those who have turned you away, be they mortals, are fools. and if it is a god- understand this. no deity worth following would cast another out for having flaws, or for being different. ❞ because he knows this well. the supreme deity had abandoned the speakers and the young gods. none of them knew if he would ever return.

hesperus had chosen, then, to welcome those he laid low into his arms with endless love.

he loves deeply.

⎛ he loves lucilius, but moreso now he realizes he loves riel. ⎠

❝ there is nothing wrong with you, riel. let me take away your pain. ❞

Rotting. Rotting. He is rotting, inside and out. It is said that flowers grow from the decay of corpses. White feathers lie scattered around him like these death blossoms, shed from his body, festered by corruption. And the Chosen cries to a god that will no longer answer him, drooped as a bird thrown from the nest to die. Riel does not remember his fall. All he knows is that it was not instant. His molting has prolonged over hours—little remains of his wings now, with black pushing into the gaps left behind. In other spots, there is only bone. Bone and agony as the light in him gradually dims, forsaking him as ice. It swallows him so wholly, he does not sense the approach of someone familiar. And though his voice would normally be of comfort to him, Riel shrinks further into himself, ashamed of whatever fault of his has led him to such failure. ❝ They've... turned me away. ❞ This memory of the temple casting him out—where did it come from? Remembering it feels so sudden. Riel stifles a sob and shakes his head, unsure what to think anymore.

❝ I cannot feel—anything, but pain. ❞

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@giltdove ⎛ event s.c ⎠

hesperus had been known as a kind god- for the things he was meant to do, he always did them out of a deep love for those that existed and those that would come after. he would come with his armies and wrap the frightened beings in his arms ⎛ in the twelve black wings- a mirror of his counterpart's ⎠ to soothe them. to tell them that they had done well and that they were loved. so very loved. hesperus was kind, and he brought unimaginable destruction.

there were those, of course, who feared him. many in fact, for his golden form and black robes, for there were many who associated that with darkness. with evil. he could not always remedy that- but perhaps this time...

it was odd to see riel in such a state of distress. hesperus had first met the small astral ⎛ surely, that was what riel was! ⎠ when he was trying to return a baby bird to its nest. a kind soul that reminded him of everything his counterpart was failing to be- ⎛ he would talk to lucilius about it when they crossed paths again- ⎠ and it had warmed him. riel had looked up at him with wonder and hope, and where his instinct was to bring destruction, he couldn't say no to the soft winged thing asking for his help.

riel's soft wings are different, now. hesperus is uncertain if it is from injury or from something else. and just as the first time they met, he cannot turn away. ❝ you are hurting, ❞ he comes to kneel beside the small astral- ❝ what has caused you such sorrow? ❞

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SUBTERFUGE : THE GOLDEN BEING

i know i mentioned 'hesperus' before, but now we really get to explore that.

before he was beelzebub, he was hesperus the dusk god- a clone of the dusk goddess shalem who was made perfect and with a clear purpose. hesperus, god of the dusk, was to raze worlds to the ground so that new life could rise from the ashes. alongside the dawn god lucilius ⎛ but the dawn god before him was sahar- and lucilius existed in the same vein as hesperus. the new gods meant to take the place of the speakers of the supreme god before them- ⎠ they performed the tasks that the supreme god left unattended. because the supreme god had turned his back on the skies. his voice was no longer heard by the speakers, they could no longer spread his word.

but this time, hesperus does not grow bitter. he does not begin to manifest the feelings that drove him to become beelzebub. while he is aware that his counterpart is not quite doing what he was made to do, hesperus simply commands the armies of the astral gods with that single goal. to make way for the new creation.

this time, he makes it out from the battles without chaos' rot. this time, he does not grow steel wings- his are black-feathered and soft. this time, he is perfect, as it should be, and he sees no reason to be anything else.

notes

it's bubs, but he's not an entire jackass. hesperus is a god of destruction but he's also rather kind about it.

he's not seeking to be the new supreme god, because he has his job and thats what he's doing, although it is a little sad that the group project doesn't have all hands on deck ⎛ looking at you, lucilius ⎠

since his personality is never changed by anger and resentment or the chaos that rotted him, he doesn't have that obnoxious superiority complex. he just doesn't understand morals in the way most people do. it's the blue orange mentality.

he's rather approachable actually! and he does remember people he's met, but just in the way that he thinks he met them as he is ⎛ hesperus ⎠ and not as beelzebub ⎛ who doesn't exist, and if anyone was to tell him about beelzebub, he'd be like 'why would i want to be anything but perfect????' oh honey. ⎠

he clearly adores his creator, shalem, and he misses the supreme deity bahamut, and he is waiting for the day there's a little more guidance because it isn't fun just having everyone else fumble with things. but not him, because he's perfect and he serves his purpose. but it would be nice for everyone else!

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will write an event thing for bubs some point tomorrow :)

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long ago, the supreme deity created the speakers. sahar, god of the dawn, and shalem, goddess of the dusk. he whispered to them the ways of the earth and the skies and the stars, and for a time, all was good. but calamity came and the supreme deity vanished, leaving the speakers to wonder what path to take next. they did not know it at first, but he had left them a gift- the ability to create. and create they did!

from sahar's holy light was born the morning-star, lucilius. clad in white and gold with eyes as blue as the endless skies. from shalem was born the evening-star, hesperus, elegant as his creator and perhaps twice as devoted. while the two were meant to work as a pair, they could not have been more different. lucilius was cold and calculating where hesperus was passionate and physical- one became the lead researcher of the astrals, the other became a military commander- lucilius didn't care about the tasks left by the supreme deity. lucilius didn't care about hesperus.

but hesperus had loved lucilius with a blind devotion. hesperus had destroyed himself for lucilius. beelzebub was born from the anger and resentment and loneliness, because lucilius never looked back. lucilius had watched him writhe in pain, had looked at him with such disdain when he'd dragged himself back half-rotted by chaos. beelzebub hated lucilius and still had been devoted. devoted enough to slay lucilius' greatest creation and deliver to the uncaring astral a new body for him to use. he wished he could carve out that affection from his body and cast it aside like the weakness it was. for a time, he had.

but beelzebub had gained flaws in his attempt to surpass the supreme deity that abandoned the speakers, and hesperus had always been weak for pale hair and soft wings.

❝ you ... are trying to save something so fragile, ❞ he says. there's a soft sort of awe, uncharacteristic of the prideful king of kings he had crafted himself to be, but so very reminiscent of the golden haired warrior of the days of old. ❝ to return it to its nest- ❞ he can easily see where the bird had fallen from. it's a miracle that it survived at all. ❝ can you not fly to it? ❞

❝ Oh, you won't last out here... ❞ Riel kneels to the cries of a hatchling all alone in the dirt, blind and pink and too young for any feathers, its gaping mouth aimed toward an empty, motherless sky. He knows helplessness like this. He has survived it, a fall from the nest—thrust from it not once but twice. And as he scoops the baby bird into his cautious palms, he remembers what it was like to be a creature so fragile. To yearn for life when death is so very near. Riel murmurs a word of healing: the only prayer his God still answers in this foreign world. His hands pass on some much-needed vitality, and the nestling quiets, soothed for the moment. Then, he stands and brings his sights above, knowing its home must not be far. A glance through the branches reveals the bundle of sticks and grass where its siblings softly twitter. If only Riel weren't grounded by his wings, which cannot fly under most circumstances—and certainly not now, when his connection with Uorr is so severed. He considers the height of the tree, as well as the safety of the little passenger in his hands.

❝ I... might be able to climb it without hurting you. I could tuck you into my clothes. ❞

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from the beginning, he had learned to find some sort of comfort in the divine. be it shalem and her warm guidance, or the days where he sat watching lucilius work- ⎛ halcyon days where he was still hesperus. where he loved lucilius so dearly that he would do anything for the other astral. he remembers a certain sadness. a distance between himself and lucilius that he didn't understand.

look at me, he whispers, but lucilius has already left. hesperus stares at the space where the morning star had been and wonders if they'd ever ...

hesperus was golden and perfect and stagnant. beelzebub had changed since then. grown to surpass the limits that shalem had created when she made him. ⎠ ❝ it is the nature of the divine to seek and know each other, ❞ because they were not meant to be lonely things-

not that he was lonely. how could he be? for it was also in the nature of the divine to be worshipped. to be feared or to be loved- but never to be distant. when the supreme deity had left the speakers to wonder about the state of the skies, he had understood. no deity deserved to be the supreme god if they were to turn their backs on those who needed them.

he had fashioned himself as king of kings, the singularity of the astrals, the next supreme deity. yes, he would never be lonely. ❝ power can be taken and it can be gained- divinity is within you. do not think the stars so powerful that they would be able to change what you are at your core. ❞

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❍ "I suppose I should praise you for being able to sense my divinity..." Few did, and she had only recently ascended to the role of Demigod proper as dictated by the prophecy of her golden blood. What struck her as odd was the fact he so pointedly brought it up.

"Is there some particular reason you're curious? It holds little weight in this city, as most of my power has been sapped away."

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Wake up Beelzebub! Its time for your weekly workout Unite and Fight (Fire Edition) hope you are saving yourself from the grind

time to put some mayflies in their place!

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veyle describes a world that sounds almost familiar. made of different terrains, everything from dark mountains to bright beaches. beelzebub thinks of his earliest days, sitting with his creator and watching the skies. shalem was rather lenient with him, even when the astral council wanted him to become a warrior. she wanted him to watch the world. she told him that one day he would be the one to speak to the supreme deity. once upon a time, he'd believed her. ⎛ 'hesperus, we will hear the voice of the supreme deity again. you have nothing to worry about' ⎠

but the voice of their creator never came. beelzebub then took matters into his own hands.

can i hear more about your world of skies? ❝ ... have you been to the sky-strewn isles? it is ... similar. ❞ but the dusk god can't say that he's found any place in the city that put him at ease. maybe it was because he was never really at ease. there was always more to do, more ways to grow and learn and- ❝ the people of the skies once lived on the surface. there are no skydwellers alive who remember that time, but we, the astrals ... the oldest of us still do. ❞

the memories have faded over time. not that he will say anything of that. to do so would be to admit that there was a part of him that still lingered in the past- he had made it so that he would have to continue toward the future. ❝ they travel by airships, the mortals. some choose the lives of adventurers- often they then perish in battle. some remain content in their stagnant lives. but there are some that are more than mere mayflies. among the skydwellers is a singularity. ❞

he's not sure what he feels about the singularity. maybe he feels too much. of course he's upset that he was bested by someone so young. at the same time, it was because of that defeat that he understood what he needed to do to improve. one day, he would see the singularity again. their battle would end differently. ❝ one who travels with a girl in blue and a little red dragon. they think that they can change the skies and reach the realm of estalucia. i pity them, for they do not know ... ❞

"mm.. okay. beelzebub. i'll remember it." a small smile tugs at her lips as she nods, the fell dragon starting to relax a little. he spoke a little stiffly but he was way less scary than he looked.

"a world lived in the sky, huh...?" she hums, trying to picture it in her mind. immediately does the somniel come to mind. maybe it was a world of a bunch of individual somniels...? she almost forgets to answer him in the midst of her very... creative imagination. "oh, the place i lived in was dark and mountainous, but that's not what my whole world is like— it's just where i'm from. there were huge volcanic areas, lush forests, bright beaches, uhm.... " veyle trails off into silence for a brief moment.

"....hey, can i hear more about your world of skies? the city is so vast, i bet you could find somewhere like it that puts you at ease! that's what i was able to do."

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❝ veyle. i have not heard a name like that before. ❞ her presence is not unwelcome, he finds, which perhaps is because he's starting from scratch ⎛ mortal as any ⎠ , or perhaps there's something more to her than meets the eye. that wouldn't be so strange. the alchemist cagliostro was also rather nonthreatening in appearance and she certainly packed a punch. a wound to his pride that would not fade any time soon. ❝ i am beelzebub. do not forget my name, and i will not forget yours. ❞ this time, there's nothing unkind behind the statement- it simply is. and it is a form of a promise. one day, would he not return to his full power as supreme king? would he not become the supreme deity?

he would not leave his subjects alone like bahamut did. they would never wonder what he wanted. they would never yearn for his guidance. he would be not only dusk, but dawn. golden and glorious as his creator wished him to be. but not yet. there was still much to gain. much to earn back.

「 take pride where it is due, but not where you have not earned it, 」 his creator had once told him. shalem's words would always be with him. he had made the mistake of ignoring her lessons only once. he'd been dealt a crushing defeat by the singularity. from that, he would learn and grow ⎛ and bide his time in the crumbling remains of pandemonium- until he arrived here. where was the singularity now? ⎠.

❝ i am new to this place, yes. the beings of my world live in the skies. it is different to live upon the surface. my kind lived even beyond the skies- hailed as gods. ❞ one day. but only if he earned it. godhood was not gained by a passive nature, after all. ❝ ... what of you? is this place familiar, or do you find comfort in it for its differences from your home? ❞

huh? there was someone else in the spot that she liked to go to when she just needed to be alone— which wasn't very often honestly. she tilts her head curiously, watching from afar for only a moment before she properly approaches him. she doesn't even have to say anything for him to start talking to her.

"mm, it's nice and quiet here." veyle nods quietly, sensing a strange... forlornness in the air...? perhaps she could help this person come to terms with whatever they're dealing with. "this place is perfect when i need some alone time, but i don't mind sharing it with others." she looks up at him from her spot at his side, watching his expression carefully.

"are you new to the city... er...." she trails off, somehow only remembering she doesn't know his name mid-sentence. "what's your name? i'm veyle."

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thinking emoji @ this event! i will see what ideas my brain can conjure up ...

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@misericordel ⎛ sc. ⎠

lacking power was something the dusk god had never truly experienced until his arrival in the city of spirale. while he'd never admit it, such a concept was rather terrifying. the last time he'd been so acutely aware of a corporeal body was before his world seemed to fall apart. before lucilius showed his true colors ⎛ or maybe before he was willing to really look at the other astral with eyes unclouded. maybe he did have a flaw from the start- his devotion and desire to be just as his predecessor was. a pair with his intended other half. lucilius was supposed to be his dawn. ⎠- it had been in the otherworld where he had been forced to drag his injured body back to the astral researcher and demand a primal beast's core.

perfect in spirit, but a corporeal form was always vulnerable in some way.

now, he quietly wished that shalem was here. that she would guide him as she once had when he was still adjusting to existence around him. he'd been stripped of his grand powers only to be left with a weak healing factor.

he'd made his way to a secluded area to give himself time to think.

after a while, someone else joined him. a small girl with long hair. a timid looking thing- but that didn't mean that she was harmless. appearances could often be deceiving. ❝ ... have you also come here to think? ❞

❝ there is much about this city that i must learn. ❞ for what was a god without understanding of the realm he would rule? to take his rightful place as a supreme deity, beelzebub would need to understand those who would worship him. a god was meant to be present- to be adored, not to be a distant thing lacking responsibility. ⎛ wasn't that the difference between himself and lucilius? between himself and bahamut? but first, he would need to build himself back from the ground up. ⎠

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❛  you can't be here. go now!  ❜

he is not used to others telling him what to do. among the astrals, hesperus was revered as a great military commander- as the second dusk god ⎛ born of shalem's flesh in her image alone, golden and lovely and lonely ⎠ . beelzebub was known as a singularity of the astrals. wherever he went, he was only ever himself. that, too, was lonely. and he traveled wherever he chose.

you can't be here, comes a voice. when he looks, there is a child. one that speaks to him without fear- be it their own foolishness or not, he can't tell.

there's something about how they look at him that tells him that they may feel more confident around things that aren't like them. human, from the looks of it ⎛ and while he knows he shares many traits with humans on the outside, those similarities were only superficial ⎠

long ago, humans fascinated him. when he served as a silent watcher at the side of shalem and when he was the indifferent commander of the astral armies, he found humans to be something almost special. they fought to live even against impossible odds- and it was a pity that only one had ever really posed a threat to him.

⎛ how he would love to face the captain again. to grow and surpass. maybe he'd cast the captain down to the crimson horizon to see if that young skyfarer could find their way back. the strongest warriors were forged in the most torturous of flames, weren't they? like he was, all those eons ago. ⎠ ❝ and what is it about this place that makes it forbidden? ❞

❝ have i stumbled upon some sacred ground? ❞ they're so brave, this little human, because they don't know. he sees some parts of the being he once was in them- ❝ i go where i choose, but i am willing to hear your reasons first. ❞

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🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑷𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑾𝑨𝒀 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  we'll just have to make do.  ❜ ❛  come on, it'll be fun.  ❜ ❛  wait, where are we going?  ❜ ❛  you can't be here. go now!  ❜ ❛  it's just a dream, a stupid dream.  ❜ ❛  don't be afraid. i'm a friend.  ❜ ❛  i can't stand up. what should i do?  ❜ ❛  now listen, i'l tell you what to do. if you stay here, they'll find you. i'll distract them while you get away.  ❜ ❛  you have no choice if you want to survive here ... and save your parents, too.  ❜ ❛  why do i need a weakling like you?  ❜ ❛  trembling, aren't you? still, i'm impressed you made it this far.  ❜ ❛  what a pain. you're gonna pay for this.  ❜ ❛  keep your wits about you. if you need anything, ask me.  ❜ ❛  hey, are you okay? don't fall apart on me.  ❜ ❛  listen to me. i'll promise i'll save you.  ❜ ❛  what did you expect after all that rain?  ❜ ❛  i'm gonna get there someday. i'll get out of here for sure.  ❜ ❛  i was just coming to wake you up, look!  ❜ ❛  what should i do? he'll die!  ❜ ❛  what's so funny? wipe off that smile.  ❜ ❛  don't do anything stupid until i get down there.  ❜ ❛  you see, someone i really care about is badly hurt. i've got to go right now.  ❜ ❛  this is our little secret. if you tell anyone ... i'll do the same to you.  ❜ ❛  what are you going to do? he needs help.  ❜ ❛  becoming a sorcerer's apprentice is dangerous business.  ❜ ❛  well, getting there is one thing. getting back's the problem.  ❜ ❛  [name], i promise i'll be back. please don't die.  ❜ ❛  don't you understand? it's love.  ❜ ❛  what took you so long? this is a total disaster!  ❜ ❛  what do you want? you can tell me.  ❜ ❛  what, you're still alive?  ❜ ❛  you still don't see it? she's played a trick on you.  ❜ ❛  since when do you talk that way?  ❜ ❛  you held this, and nothing happened to you?  ❜ ❛  i'd like to help you, but there's nothing i can do. it's one of our rules here.  ❜ ❛  but can't you even give me a hint?  ❜ ❛  everything that happens stays inside you ... even if you can't remember it.  ❜ ❛  see? you have a talent for this.  ❜ ❛  [name], i no longer blame you for what you did. but be sure to protect this girl.  ❜ ❛  will we meet again somewhere?  ❜

[astralend]

scylla from epic the musical but the part where she's like we are the same you and i at odysseus but it's bubs at danchou (singularities)

also drown in your sorrow and fears is the same as die then in despair so what i'm saying is bubs handshake meme scylla