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MOM IS BACK MOM IS BACK MOM IS BACK.

LOOK, BROTHER, MOM IS BACK.

/ tfw you finally log in and check in on what you’ve missed

/ tfw you see your boys bonding and hitting your feels from the afterlife

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“This is fine.”

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“If not for Manfloy, she and I wouldn’t have been born. I’m certainly aware good things come out of bad things that otherwise never could have happened. If Lady Aideen of Jungby hadn’t been kidnapped, well, King Lester wouldn’t be here right now, nor his sister. In fact, Lady Brigid likely would not have ended up with Lord Sigurd’s army, and Duke Faval and his sister wouldn’t be here either. So much good and bad collectively came out of Lady Aideen’s kidnapping...”

That was just how the world worked. People made do with the bad and turned it into good. What good was there to even be found form Yurius’ life though?  It seemed more like Yuria was born as a means to destroy him - or at least, to destroy Loptous. Considering that, what did it mean for Alvis? His own father’s children essentially should not have existed... and if anything, perhaps Cyas still would, but that was enough, wasn’t it? They would have someone to take over Velthomer and that was all that was needed.

In fact, Cyas wasn’t the one to cause his father such agony. How many tears were shed from their father’s eyes, how many nights would those tears form, because of Yurius himself? Because the boy was lost to Loptous, and from the horrible things he would tell his father? Because of the boy who took his most cherished from him? Celice would always seem to look on the bright side, but how could Yurius? He was not the one blessed by anything. It was mere chance that he was alive right now, and nothing more.

Even then, what was it worth? He had the love of his siblings, but the people of Grandbell? The fact was, if Yurius were killed or perhaps even executed for what had happened, Loptous would return much sooner. If Yurius no longer had the strength to oppose the possession, it would be effortless for Loptous. The people were weary knowing Yurius had to be both healthy and happy to prevent the return of that demon.

“Even if I don’t blame myself... Brother... a person won’t remember much of their early life. I can’t remember what it was like when my parents first held me. Going by that, I can’t even remember about three years of spent with them. About seven years ago, I would never get any of that back. You’re gentle and kind... and that’s why people love you. Me? Out of everything I can remember in my life, the majority of it would decided I would be better off not being here.”

He did blame himself, but it was all he could to even try not to. He knew Celice understood, but it was that his brother wanted to make the best of what they had out of everything. Unfortunately, Yurius couldn’t see any of it. It could even take a few years before he was able, but that too was likely something Celice could understand. “I was born to be a tool. I wasn’t even supposed to feel for myself. When I see this world through my own eyes, I see the destruction I caused. Having to get over most of your life spent as a demonic shell for a demon doesn’t make it easy to see the good in what’s happened.”

His eyes shifted back to the graves, and he hesitated before moving Diadora’s and resting a hand on it. “And even despite what I did, in her last moments, Mother loved me. Even when I tried to kill our sister, Mother loved me. She probably loathed Loptous for what he caused me to do, but I could see when I looked her in the eye while trying to kill her... that she wasn’t blaming me for any of it. And surely, the two of us and you were the last she thought of. When all I had left was my father... all that was left of me hung around him in a desperate attempt to remember myself. Instead, all I did was ridicule him as punishment for being near the man who only wanted to protect his people... who I was trying to kill.”

Hand on Diadora’s grave, his eyes switched to Alvis’. They loved him, but they loved an almost dead child. At the time, there was no getting him back. It might have actually been possible, but Alvis likely didn’t have it in him to nearly kill his own son. Surely, it had to be done with the intent of killing anyway. To kill what was left of his family would have been too much for Alvis. The fact that Celice could still smile despite what had happened was unbelievable, and though his eyes remained on his father’s grave rather than Celice, there were still tears sneaking into his eyes. No, maybe it was because he wasn’t looking at Celice, and because he was looking at his father’s grave. The one that wouldn’t be here if not for Manfloy, who had used and abused him before leaving him to die.

“All that time, I was no son like you. I made my father go through unspeakable agony. No matter what of me may have been left, and no matter how many times my father saw that in me and tried to save me... it went unnoticed by the rest of the world after Mother died and until I met you. Getting over all those years... isn’t just looking at the bright side of things. It’s not just hard or painful. It’s lonely. But then, that must have been how I made Father feel all those years... so maybe this is just punishment bestowed by Fala. In the end... I’ll always despise Manfloy no matter what manner of human being he was. I can never understand my father’s pain... because it began long, long before I was born. Manfloy walked all over that pain and laughed in the face of it. Father lied to you and chose to die... but if I could go back now... I would fight Loptous if it meant I could expose Manfloy as the wrongdoer to save Father. His life should have turned around when he had kids to raise and love... and instead the exact opposite happened.”

“You mean Holsety…? Yes, I … well, I haven’t had the heart to tell Sety the truth of that yet. I know I should…” 

      There was no sense in becoming frustrated about it now. With a soft smile Celice reached out and placed a hand on Yurius’ shoulder. So much might have been lost because of one man but there were many things that could never had happened either. No one had to suffer the way they did but at the very least their suffering wasn’t for nothing. In the end, peace had been found.

“Because of him I was robbed of both my parents before I could understand what was happening. Still, it’s not that I seek to forgive him. I seek to understand, because no one’s suffering should be overlooked regardless of their cruelty as a person. We are of the same bloodline so it’s not something we can overlook… no matter how I despise his actions.”

       They held some responsibility in being the victors of this war to overcome the past, didn’t they? Perhaps he was simply too kind to find pity in his heart for the man but pity was easier to feel than hatred and if Celice allowed himself to hate again it would bring him no good.

“I know I shouldn’t pity him the way I do but I can’t help it. Don’t you think it’s possible for anyone under the right circumstances to become such a monster? Even if a person should be able to resist or to know better, even if they shouldn’t lose all the good in their heart, the fact that humans can become such warped creatures isn’t unique to just a few individuals.”

“I would cut him down with my own blade given the chance, but I also believe it would be a mercy. Someone whose heart is so blackened and corrupt mustn’t feel any joy left in living… I agree with your concern though, we must remain vigilant in case there is another who would champion his cause. I … well, I would not want to see you suffer again.”

      Even if he’d lost his parents and even though they’d all suffered so much there were reasons Celice could move forward so readily, without anger in his heart. He’d been blessed with many good things as well as bad.

“Yet… if I were to be offered the opportunity to go back I don’t believe I would. Although I wish I could have had a warm childhood with both of my parents I couldn’t imagine a life without you or Yuria in it.”

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He was silent about it in front of others, but Yurius despised Manfloy. The man had taken everything from him except for Celice, and even then that could have happened as well. Had Manfloy seen Celice whenever he had gone after Diadora, he would have surely killed him... and under those circumstances, as Yurius knew the story, Shanan wouldn’t still be here either. If anything, it was nothing short of a blessing that Manfloy hadn’t gone looking for any child she may have had.

It was true people from the Sect had ancestors who had suffered, but Manfloy was placing that blame on people born long, long after all that. So much longer into the future from that time that the children who were harmed for it had no knowledge on why they were being harmed. Yurius had taken part in that as well, and it had been all too difficult to place full blame on Loptous’ possession. That was the case, and he would not have done any of it otherwise, but the difference between what he knew and what he felt were worlds apart.

“The people who revered a god who wished to kill humans were the ones who were wrong. Manfloy was intelligent and took charge, and that made him dangerous. So many times that man... threatened my father because of his blood.” In the end, he had forced Alvis into a corner then left him to die. At that moment, even Loptous could not have held back Yurius’ sorrow and anger. The Yurius of seven years prior had surfaced long enough to manage to just barely express that.

It would have been better if neither of them were standing here, wouldn’t it? While he didn’t exactly blame his grandfather or grandmother for this mess, the fact was, the lineages were now intertwined, and that was dangerous. The continuation of the royal family meant also continuing this cursed bloodline. The only way they could end it fully now was for none of the four born to the royal family to have children. Even if, technically speaking, Cyas was not part of the royal family on Yurius’ mother’s side, Alvis was officially in history as the first Emperor of Grandbell. By association, he was no doubt of the royal family due to their father’s marriage.

The fact that Celice would even begin to take on any form of pity for the man who had made countless people suffer confused Yurius. Yurius hadn’t been able to yet speak of all the details to each person who deserved to know, and he also was not sure he would be taken credibly so soon, so he had kept quiet. However, he knew more than they did... and he knew many of the things the man had done and exactly why so many families were torn apart.

“I think... if you knew the truth, all of it, you wouldn’t so readily have any kind of pity. Perhaps he suffered once... and revenge for suffering is understandable. He went beyond that revenge though, and involved innocent people - those people being our parents, and afterward, us. Maybe he suffered once... but his mind was warped. Whatever good there was of that man was long, long gone by the time you and I were even a thought in our parents’ minds. “

Celice was the only one besides Yuria who he felt comfortable enough telling the truth to, but he often worried about the result of informing Celice. There was nothing either of them or anyone could do about that man now, and everything he’d done in the past could not be changed. If Celice knew the truth and became angry, he had little he could do to release that frustration.

“I haven’t told you much because I don’t know exactly how you would react, but he did more than destroy civilian families. People were used... People you and I may have gotten to know had Manfloy not caused their deaths. Back in that battle when you fought me... I felt the presence of another dragon. You must know by now... but for that dragon to have been there, the person who was supposed to be in that body wasn’t. There may have been traces of him left, but his situation was different than mine. Manfloy, for years, and up until his death... believed he had killed the crown prince of Silesia. The problem was that that man possessed blood as close to his bloodline’s dragon as you and I. Were we to die, they could use our bodies to access this world without their real physical forms.”

Even with this, it wasn’t the whole truth. This was a single example, and how many more were that even Yurius didn’t know? He knew what had happened in the previous war, but anything before that? His schemes that had begun during the Isaac campaign were details to Yurius’ knowledge, but anything he may have caused prior was not known to him. Even then, the death toll was incredibly high just based on one war alone... and that didn’t even count the war that had just concluded.

“That means Manfloy did in fact kill the real prince... and his cruelty extends as far as the murder of King Lester’s innocent grandfather. You may not feel it personally because those people were unrelated to you... but the fact is, almost all your friends and family suffered through his schemes. For all his intelligence, the one thing he did wrong was brag too much once he was sure Loptous had a strong hold on me... and I’ve heard enough. Collectively, there’s no amount of his suffering that could make up for what he did to everyone you could have known. Subsequently, it affected the lives of the people you do know... and I know he’s suffered, but the severity of his actions are beyond that. His plan may have even been to ensure that if he fell, another him would rise one day due to his actions. And for me, as a human being... I can’t forgive what he’s done to destroy my life, either.”

      It was a question that had also bothered Celice for some time. That chance meeting in the forest that led to his parents falling in love,  that could have also been a way to lure out the hiding Diadora to a place Manfloy could find her. Yet there was always the question of why. Why did he do such things, with such anger and hatred?

“I think I understand why.”

       The answer wasn’t an easy one, for it was one that forced everyone to face the consequences of their actions. That a young child such as Aless could wish for murderous revenge, or Leaf’s hatred of Thracia for the harm they caused his family and homeland - even the way Celice was forced to take charge because his parents were torn from him before he could properly remember his mother’s face.

“The only thing we can blame him for is being human. The way his people - our ancestors - were treated by the other bloodlines after the holy war, it wasn’t fair. Everyone was terrified of Loptous’ return but to resort to those actions was no solution.”

       He shook his head slightly as he turned to face Yurius fully. The truth was had the other bloodlines been fully successful in wiping out anyone with Lopt blood neither of them would be standing here today. Jugdral might have been spared much misery, or those people might have done nothing wrong. Now they would never know and the entire continent faced a history that had grown increasingly bloody as the wars had dragged on through generations.

“I intend to learn from that mistake. I can’t forgive Manfloy’s actions nor the harm he caused everyone, but I intend to do my best to understand why. If he felt as justified in his actions as I did in stopping him then I want to do my best to make sure no one feels that way again, at least not in my lifetime.”

       To say he could erase oppression entirely was childish and idealistic and Celice knew it to be impossible. Be that the case he would still try, because everything he had witnessed to this point couldn’t have been for nothing. He refused to let the mistakes of the past repeat again so soon and as long as everything stayed like this, with the support of everyone it would be within their grasp.

“Surely, he was once suffering too…”

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{ Going to revamp this blog like I did for Leaf’s and hopefully find stuff to do here. Problem being, Celice is really my only partner here right now and I am not sure fandom mom is still active. I’ve wanted to get back to work on this blog and Sety only recently got me back into threading with people, so I’ll probably be a bit slow getting started again.

I’ve wanted Yurius to come back and hopefully him being able to log in to send an ask recently is a good sign. }

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“That’s a bit lenient for that oversized, bullshitting, possessing dragon.”

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{Away Notice:

Con + Hotel = Not Home.

I’m not sure how much internet access I’ll have at the con if any. I’m leaving today (Thursday) and coming back Sunday, though not sure what time yet. Even if we have internet at the hotel I probably won’t have time to pop in again today because we’re going to be doing a lot of running around for last minute things and my group meeting up.

Not that I can guarantee I’ll post if I get access to the internet, but hey, I like seeing my dash. That and I can always message people.

But that’s that, so see you guys again whenever!}

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                                               ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ʜᴏʟᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ                                                     ᴡᴀʟᴋs ɪɴ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ                                                  ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ

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just remember; i wasn’t always like this. just remember; my thoughts weren’t always to kill. just remember; i was human before i was a monster.

just remember; i’m not human any more. (via grievxr)

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Knight: My/your character defending the other. (Be specific on who gets which role) {Celly defending Yurius post war yes pls}

“I thought I was clear the first time – YOU WILL NOT GO NEAR HIM!” 

      The mob that had gathered echoed with frenzied gasps and murmurs as their own young Emperor practically roared those words as he drew Tyrfing itself, sword arm quickly extended to shield his younger brother. Celice’s arm and holy blade came to stand between the redhead and the people and Celice himself looked furious.

        Rumours had come to pass that the Imperial Prince Yurius had been the one behind much of the misery, that Emperor Alvis had been naught but a figurehead. While these rumours were steeped partly in truth they also overlooked one harsh fact: Yurius had been possessed and the teen that sat behind Celice’s back covering a head wound from a thrown rock was not the evil creature that had once inhabited his body.

“Make no mistake. Should anyone try that again…” his words were cut off by Shanan yelling from the opposite end of crowd. Blue eyes darted over to see his father-figure gesturing wildly for Celice to remain calm and not lash out. Shanan was one of those few who understood just how important the concept of family was to Celice and to know the Emperor wouldn’t stand for such violence.

       Tyrfing was returned to its sheath and Celice let out a heavy sigh before turning to aid his brother to his feet. He uttered a quiet ‘it’s okay’ before turning his gaze back towards the mob, expression softer than moments ago but still serious.

“Prince Yurius is my family and he will be treated as such. Should anyone take issue with my decision you may file a formal complaint.” How lucky they were that Celice wouldn’t have the heart to actually turn his blade on his people. He had only meant to take Yurius for a walk through the streets and to get to know him better now that he felt well enough to walk a short distance and yet this had occurred. It truly would take some time for them to accept his brother again and he was seeing that now.“Let’s go back, Yurius. Sister or Leaf will be able to take care of that…        … and… I’m sorry. I should have listened to your reservations about this…”

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You can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly.

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      It was a question that had also bothered Celice for some time. That chance meeting in the forest that led to his parents falling in love,  that could have also been a way to lure out the hiding Diadora to a place Manfloy could find her. Yet there was always the question of why. Why did he do such things, with such anger and hatred?

“I think I understand why.”

       The answer wasn’t an easy one, for it was one that forced everyone to face the consequences of their actions. That a young child such as Aless could wish for murderous revenge, or Leaf’s hatred of Thracia for the harm they caused his family and homeland - even the way Celice was forced to take charge because his parents were torn from him before he could properly remember his mother’s face.

“The only thing we can blame him for is being human. The way his people - our ancestors - were treated by the other bloodlines after the holy war, it wasn’t fair. Everyone was terrified of Loptous’ return but to resort to those actions was no solution.”

       He shook his head slightly as he turned to face Yurius fully. The truth was had the other bloodlines been fully successful in wiping out anyone with Lopt blood neither of them would be standing here today. Jugdral might have been spared much misery, or those people might have done nothing wrong. Now they would never know and the entire continent faced a history that had grown increasingly bloody as the wars had dragged on through generations.

“I intend to learn from that mistake. I can’t forgive Manfloy’s actions nor the harm he caused everyone, but I intend to do my best to understand why. If he felt as justified in his actions as I did in stopping him then I want to do my best to make sure no one feels that way again, at least not in my lifetime.”

       To say he could erase oppression entirely was childish and idealistic and Celice knew it to be impossible. Be that the case he would still try, because everything he had witnessed to this point couldn’t have been for nothing. He refused to let the mistakes of the past repeat again so soon and as long as everything stayed like this, with the support of everyone it would be within their grasp.

“Surely, he was once suffering too…”

Most likely, the difference between blood and the Sect members was not clear to the people of today. Many of them had likely been raised to believe Loptous’ blood itself was bad. There had to have been a point that the stories became twisted, and oddly enough, even the holy bloodlines themselves began fighting. Jugdral had well fallen into chaos all on its own, even without Loptous involved. It was Manfloy had a hand in speeding things along, but the Freege and Dozel Houses already had bad blood with the Baldo family, and Isaac had been a factor as well.

Ultimately, Manfloy had taken advantage of it all. He had used it to speed up finding their mother, and despite all that had happened, Yurius as he was now resented Manfloy for those actions. For putting his mother through such awful things, and bringing her to his father only to have their son murder her in the end. He had brought those two together with the intention of destroying that all along. Alvis had told Yurius many things over the years... and even if he hadn’t really cared as of post possession, there were days he truly felt the frustration boiling up.

“Those people... Well, I’m sure I know a bit more about the history of their lives than you, right? At the very least, I do know it was a shaky situation. They were split into both the cult we know now and the innocent people who merely had Loptous’ blood. My father was among those innocents, turning instead to our Fala bloodline. Most of the innocents have died out, it seems. The majority of Loptous’ remaining descendants became part of the Sect. Unfortunately, people didn’t see a difference between ‘who has the blood and who is actually part of the offensive group’. Mother didn’t remember her past, so I don’t know where she was or what she dealt with being of this bloodline.”

Even if Celice didn’t meet her personally when he was old enough to remember her, Yurius had no doubt he’d been stories. From what he knew, the now King of Isaac had told Celice as much as he could with the time spent with her before she disappeared. Being near Celice since the end of the war had taught him a lot about his brother’s relationships with others, and though he had a hard time finding the words to express his gratitude, he was grateful that Shanan and Oifaye had watched over him all that time.

“The return of Loptous was the problem though the whole time, wasn’t it? If people were trying to revive him... that would be cause for concern among the other bloodlines. Nobody with good intentions would want him revived. I’m not exactly ashamed to admit I’m a bit bitter that I was intended to be born for that purpose. Over time, people just... stopped seeing a difference between intentions and blood. It worries me about what the people here might do if they understood you shared that blood, even in the smallest amount. I wonder the same thing about Mother. If people knew... how would she have been treated by the people? My father would never have allowed it to stand if people hurled their hatred toward her when she was a gentle, sincere, loving woman. He may have loved his people... but he loved Mother more than that. If people accused her of working with the Sect or hated her for her blood, my father... might have done something horrible in turn out of anger.”

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     It was no surprise that Yurius would have noticed Celice’s exhaustion leading up to the moment he’d confronted the older sibling. Celice offered a small nod in acknowledgement as they walked, still impressed by how perceptive his brother was about the people around him. Even if he were quiet he was at least often honest about his feelings when he finally spoke up.

“It takes a great amount of courage to do something and admit that later you regret it, even if you still believe that you have done what was necessary. At the time I was so blinded with rage that I put everything into killing Emperor Alvis without understanding why.

     Maybe, perhaps it was because his actions that day forced me to this life, but when I reflect back upon it I can’t say I would have acted any differently myself. Would someone thought a traitor claim to be my husband’s spouse I can’t say I’d be reasonable enough to still my sword.”

     Celice had grown rather painfully aware of his own impulsive behaviour. It wasn’t as bad as it had been in the past, but the young Emperor still had a habit of putting his own emotion before thoughts. With a shake of his head he gently laid down the flowers on the soft grass. 

“I haven’t told many of what I saw later that day for worry they might call me mad, but Yurius… after slaying your father I made my way to the beach. There I was met with a vision of my parents and of course, prideful as I was, I boasted about my accomplishment.”

     A small chuckle followed. Ah, he’d been so foolishly proud of himself, claiming that victory all for himself and giving no consideration to anything other than his own revenge.

“Do you know what my father did? He scolded me! Told me exactly what had gone to my head and that perhaps I should take less credit for myself, not to mention my selfish lack of consideration for others. I think about that often, what mother and father must have meant. I believe you to be right that they would want us to do this together.

There’s no mistaking that mother loved all of us dearly. While I don’t have as many memories of her as you do I… well, I believe it would be her wish that I accept your offer to help. Of course I would be glad to regardless. You have more experience in this than I do, brother.”

Still, the fact was that they did have the same mother, and Yuria was proof enough of that. Not only that, but many people, more than less, knew of Celice’s relation to the emperor's son. There was no doubt they were all siblings, but perhaps it was anger that kept Celice from the truth; from accepting it. Yurius, too, had pretended he wouldn’t acknowledge it for quite a while. It was absolutely no secret that Sigurd and Diadora had been together, and back then, Yurius knew it was petty spite causing such claims.

Ah, but Sigurd... He and Alvis had been friends back in the day, hadn’t they? It was strange to the redhead how all this played out; that here, now, two friends’ sons would be half brothers. Of course, it had all been unintended, and it was indeed meant for disaster and planned out. In a way, even now, Yurius still believed he had no right to exist. But then... his existence was proof his father had happiness in his life at least once. He and Yuris were never meant to be here, but they were.

“If your father and my own were friends... I don’t believe your father truly held it against him in the end. If I understand your father correctly from hearsay alone, I’m sure he would try to give it reason. To understand why that happened. If he came to a proper conclusion, I’m sure the man you met at that beach... also didn’t wish for you to hate my father. He could have praised you for his defeat and scolded your selfishness alone. Myself, as well... I don’t think I’ve given your father enough credit, either.”

Celice was raised to lead an army though; not to rule. After being told time and time again that he needed to eliminate all these awful, horrible people, of course he would begin to think he was justice. If it got to his head... he wasn’t to blame for that. That man that had been watching over their sister for years seemed to have been the one guiding Celice during the war, but but by now, Celice was set in his ways for the most part. He hadn’t known any better, just as Yurius hadn’t known any better about the fact that he was being used for so long.

“It’s true I was brought up being taught how to rule and was expected to become the next emperor. That was before the Lopt Sect really did anything; before I was handed that tome. After that happened, it was you the people all hoped would take the throne. I suppose after seeing my father rule, after everyone adored him for his kindness and his remotely pleasant rule, they expected the same of his son. Perhaps that would have happened... if Manfloy had been stopped soon enough.”

Even after all this time in thought about it, Yurius wasn’t sure if he was grateful to Manfloy or not. The fact still remained that he really should not have existed, but he did, and he was here. That was because of the very same man, and even if it was all out of plot, he still had this life. ...This life was, however, meant to bring destruction; yet in the end, it had not. These thoughts were the most complicated matters for the prince, and he did often wonder if Celice would be happier with or without himself and Yuria. That would have meant growing up like a normal family, with his parents and his friends. Perhaps together with Alvis, all of them, though Yurius and Yuria still would not have been born.

“Well... I can’t say I’m totally ungrateful for the fact that Manfloy interfered in our mother’s life. I wouldn’t be here at all if he hadn’t. I still can’t forgive him for what he did to my parents, to our parents, and to everyone else... nor the fact that I was born just to be a tool for his cruel god. Sometimes, I don’t know what to think. I’ve fought with these issues in my head ever since the war ended. But then, if what I’ve learned is true, Manfloy caused the attack on Grandbell under Verdane’s name almost twenty years ago, right? If he hadn’t, your father would have never met Mother. That man, as awful as he was... caused wonderful and terrible things. It’s as if I don’t know what to blame him for.”

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Well, he’s not wrong.