Summary: Armor is only as evil as the one who wears it.
Training Years
Kain -15, Blackjack - 15, Cecil - 14
Cecil sometimes wondered if it was possible for the darkened armor to be eating away at his soul or at the very least staining a permanent black, corroding it beyond any help. He quickly dismissed such a thought. Armor, no matter it's color, no matter who wears it, isn't capable of doing such a thing. It was merely armor after all. Yet still, he felt he had to mention it to somebody and to Kain, he did.
"I'm a Dragoon-in-training, Cecil," Kain had replied. "Whatever answer you seek, I have it not. Perhaps Jackie might know?" He didn't mention the King because the man might try to tell Cecil that it was nothing or just stress getting to him.
Cecil didn't want to ask Blackjack for help. Something about the boy rubbed him the wrong way and Blackjack felt likewise. He doubted the older boy would have an answer for him, but it was worth a shot.
He was told that the armor was all together evil and Cecil didn't believe him and he told him that. "I think the term you meant is cursed. Perhaps all Dark Knight armor is cursed."
"No," said Blackjack flatly, as he drilled a bolt into the engine. "I mean evil. That armor reeks of it. You'd do well to destroy it. Else you'll end up like every Blackguard before you—dead before twenty."
It wasn't a threat. It was a warning and something told Cecil that he should heed, but his response to Blackjack's words was, "I'll manage fine. I'm strong. If I didn't think I could handle being a Dark Knight, I wouldn't have agreed to become one."
In hindsight, Cecil realize that that was a warning he should have heeded. More's the pity that he did not.
A/N: Second drabble. This time in Cecil's perspective. The idea I had for a story featuring this is kind of hard to explain. It involved the armor being...well, I'm under the belief that Dark Knight armor is possessed by an evil spirit and that's part of the idea I had, not the whole idea.