Well...Gracia...is the only one that fix herself.
But, you can help her with some of the more stressful stuff. She hears things....and sees things that aren't really there, because she makes it that way.
You have experience with that? Don't you?
PM box is Closed, Indefinitely Friend Code: 3368-4181-6850dwelling on the past destroys people, it's good to learn from history but not bury your head in it to the point you lose sight of tomorrow
-the bot lets off some steam as if thinking on what to say next-
but what the hell, if it makes you happy while still protecting the people here then there is nothing wrong with doing it your way.
plus, it may not change the past but at least your actions now will protect the future
-Nimbus is in the bathroom, reeling back in surprise when Harriet appears-
I-I wasn't touching anything!
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-chuckles a little- I have a long past... it's easy to dwell in.
Especially if I've lived long enough to see the parallels.
If there's one thing I've learned about war- The weapons may change, but the people don't.
-nods- But yeah. Its'- hard not to dwell on the past. If only because I still hold that curse.
And that is what I'm doing. I'm trying to protect the present and the future. By trying to learn from my past- to not make mistakes.
Believe me, I'd take a bullet for anyone if Castor or- whoever- decided to attack.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postIts' always been my philosophy since the point I decided I wanted to redeem myself.
Be the one to take the heat.
Though- I mean- I talked about this with Miyu but... that kind of policy has landed some of my lives with myths of their own. Especially since- y'know- I'm kind of really competent due to my experiences.
... And that I could- if my world really does have this- servant system, now.
I could theoretically summon myself as a Servant.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postSummon myself.
I may go forgotten in terms of actual existence- but I can forge some myths. The Scourge of Athens is just one life.
I die- I come back. But I still experienced death- and those deaths have sometimes made myths.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postWhoa! Whoa whoa! Chill out!
Um... good, I think. Yes. Good.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Well.
Its' kinda hard to count off the top of my head.
There'd be one kind of- consistent myth, that we could get as an Assassin. A stranger who appears seemingly out of nowhere to kill someone. I think its' usually called "The Dead Man."
That- one kind of developed from- well- y'know... getting shot when trying to assassinate someone. They forget who I am- and I'm able to have a second approach where no-one knows who I am.
And that's happened enough times, that some of the superstitious paranoid types actually had preparations in place in case I appeared.
Though with that... I have no idea from when I died that he'd be summoned. Or it'll be abstract.
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... -blinks for a moment-
-seems conflicted on this- Some of this is personal. I won't deny that.
This is a fight that feels... fresh for me.
Its' something that is- a challenge. Not like the other ones.
Years- upon years- the same tyrants- the same reasons- over and over again. Eventually even being outnumbered on the field of battle... stopped mattering to me. I know that it won't end, no matter what I do.
Yet I'll keep fighting- hoping to find that end someday.
And this- the whole of this- it resonates. My decisions created the Aurelian Knights. The Aurelian Knights created Guido Fawkes into the man he is in my timeline.
The only reason Guido Fawkes is bowing head to me is because I am the one who can claim to be both an Aurelian- but one that takes the name of its' founder. Me, Grandmaster Letholdhus, The Scourge of Athens. -visibly gritted his teeth on saying that-
So maybe some of this is fixing my own mistakes. And I'll admit to being a little selfish.
... But I'm a fool for thinking that I'd be able to do it alone.
But I do want your help. I just- need to feel like its' the right time to strike.
I want to do it right. If I can spare the time to do it right with the least risk...
-looks away for a moment- ... And maybe- yeah. If I do it right, maybe I'll have this blind comfort even for a little bit that I 'covered' mistakes. Even if this is just proxy. Maybe it'd make me actually, and truly, relieved- maybe even happy- for a change.
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