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[demonicbeauty]

State your business with Ariadne...

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[demonicbeauty]

Oh...

[Her face crumples with deep, genuine concern.]

I'm so sorry. I...well, I know how strange this sounds but...I hope they come back.

[subject_013]

I hope that they do as well. I am... not the most sympathetic man, I am cold and calculating, and I know that they will come back, when the sea is ready to give them back and they swim to our shore. My warrior spirit may have relished the battle. However, I cannot help feeling that I cursed it into this place.

[A pause, weighing the information he's considering.]

The truth of the matter is, I was one of those who shaped the Tyrant and made it what it was. Our aim was to make wars harder to fight, to leave nations and their leaders thinking twice of starting them in the first place, if they knew another realm had Tyrants among their warriors. We have enough hardships in this place. We didn't need any more.

[demonicbeauty]

[Well. That's a lot to think about.

Ariadne is quiet for a moment. Before delicately clearing her throat.]

And now that you've been a target of your Tyrant, do you regret creating it?

[subject_013]

[He falls quiet himself, his head bent, again weighing his words with care before replying.]

I don't regret creating it, but I do regret that it couldn't have been perfected to avoid attacking non-combatants or those not armed with typical weapons.

For that matter, given what I became after my infection, I'm not much different from a Tyrant. I'm exceptionally strong and hard to kill; however, I retained my personality and intellect and my looks. [Maybe a tiny smirk at that last item on the list.]

[demonicbeauty]

[It's something. Empathy takes time to develop. Ariadne knows that.

She'll work on it.]

I would never call you a Tyrant, Albert.

[subject_013]

[He reaches up, removing his glasses, uncovering his eyes, which have retained their feline pupils, but have reverted back to their original icy blue flecked with grey. Cognitive empathy falls within his capabilities, but his nature and what passed for nurture in his life made true empathy difficult for him to practice - or willingly embrace.]

I had a sense you wouldn't. Hence... why I admitted as much as I have. [It goes without saying that it does not come easy for him.]

[demonicbeauty]

[Her eyebrows quirk slightly at the change in his eye color. That's...unexpected. But clearly, he wouldn't be showing her if he was uncomfortable or embarrassed.

Which is probably what gives her the certainty to simply ask:]

What happened to your eyes?

[subject_013]

Bausphomette is my patron, and it seems they've decided to remind me of who I was before I was enhanced, before I became what I am. My eyes are... the color which they were when I was still human.

[This is not easy for him to say, but it seems a time for that kind of conversation.]

[demonicbeauty]

[She considers it a moment. And then nods, as if making a decision.]

I think I like the red better.

Red is my favorite color.

[subject_013]

[He looks into the camera, almost taken aback.]

You're the first to say that to me in all sincerity. It's... a bit hard to take in.

[He's accustomed to being the monster, being the one causing fear, and enjoying the sight of that fear in another's eyes... but someone saying they prefer his eyes as they had become...]

[demonicbeauty]

[Ariadne shrugs.]

I meant nothing by it. I don't have an agenda or anything.

...I'm sorry if it seemed that way.

[subject_013]

Apology accepted. It's been my experience that when most people act that way toward me, they either want something from me... or as if they're trying to humor the monster.

But you're not most people.

[He's still not sure what she is to him. But he knows his heart is yearning toward her, though he suspects it may not be in the cards for them.]

[demonicbeauty]

No, I'm not. And some people aren't comfortable with that fact. The best I can do is try not to let it get in my way.

[A lesson almost everyone in Trench could stand to learn, but she's not the teaching sort.]

Thank you again for the plant. I promise to give it a place of honor in the garden. You can come and visit it. Maybe talk to it a little.

[subject_013]

That's the most one can do, when you've embraced who and what you are, in spite of those who can't accept it. Or won't.

Kindness such as yours deserved a kindness in return. I know it shall be in good hands.

I promise not to be a stranger, either to your grove or its keeper.

[demonicbeauty]

Good.

[And she gives him a delighted, little smile.]

[subject_013]

[He replies only with a small smile and a bow of his head before the connection cuts out.]