( there is a sort of baseline compulsion to climb high when opportunity and possibility open up such a choice, isn't there? he would call it human nature, but it could be observed within other creatures — buried within the survival or predatory instincts of animals, even hard-wired into the competitive nature of demons as they all bit and clawed and backstabbed their way to the top of hell's hierarchy. one of the reasons he travels through and observes the city from the air as he does is because he can, but also because it provides convenience and perspective. it also offers a unique sort of peace one doesn't get from traveling the streets (where an Aion could be approached by zealous fans at any point), though he has once or twice seen some achamites waving to him from far below.
he leans over to take a closer look at the weapon, attempting to puzzle out how it might be put back together and function. there's no real use — it's mostly just a thought exercise that he knows is in vain. he has no vested knowledge or interest in things like these. all he knows is that the creation wrought of metal and wood looks like a nasty piece of work, and that she maintains it so painstakingly would only make it more so in action. )
Such things have an odd habit of finding their way back to us, don't they?
( it sounds as though he speaks from experience, and he does, though his was not nearly so useful as what ciel had received from her former home — in their early months here makoto had received a golden medallion inscribed with his initial, which he usually either wears tying up his hair or at his throat. a trinket that holds sentimentality and bitterness in equal measure, but nothing more. )
We've set and baited the trap well. Now all there's left to do is prepare and wait. ( he places his chin in the palm of one hand, elbow resting on one of his knees. ) I would personally say it's foolish for the Pleroma to try to corner a lion in its den, but... I suppose we're relying on that brazenness of theirs.
( to him, the retrieval of two souls wouldn't seem worth it — or, well, so long as one of them wasn't J.
it's only through that lens that he can start to understand their heroic intentions, even if his were anything but. )
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he leans over to take a closer look at the weapon, attempting to puzzle out how it might be put back together and function. there's no real use — it's mostly just a thought exercise that he knows is in vain. he has no vested knowledge or interest in things like these. all he knows is that the creation wrought of metal and wood looks like a nasty piece of work, and that she maintains it so painstakingly would only make it more so in action. )
Such things have an odd habit of finding their way back to us, don't they?
( it sounds as though he speaks from experience, and he does, though his was not nearly so useful as what ciel had received from her former home — in their early months here makoto had received a golden medallion inscribed with his initial, which he usually either wears tying up his hair or at his throat. a trinket that holds sentimentality and bitterness in equal measure, but nothing more. )
We've set and baited the trap well. Now all there's left to do is prepare and wait. ( he places his chin in the palm of one hand, elbow resting on one of his knees. ) I would personally say it's foolish for the Pleroma to try to corner a lion in its den, but... I suppose we're relying on that brazenness of theirs.
( to him, the retrieval of two souls wouldn't seem worth it — or, well, so long as one of them wasn't J.
it's only through that lens that he can start to understand their heroic intentions, even if his were anything but. )