Book II: Succession
I caught a glimpse of heaven last night
Through a crack in a mirror
That fractalized the light
A saint is a sinner; a sinner is a saint
It's all just the cloaks we hide behind
A cartoon in the brain
And I say all of these things
Are written in the sand behind me...
--Live, "Hero of Love"
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"Unjunction me," Griever says. "Then you will finally understand."
"Libero? We are not joined," I whisper.
"Thinking such only helped you forget..."
The GF, however, is being foolish. The hidden memories and repression? They are only actions working on my surface. Deep down I am who I have always been, and I will continue to be her until...
Maybe Griever is right about a few things. I no longer remember the ending to this story. I just remember it does end. And perhaps this time around, when I hold the past in the palm of my hand, things may turn out differently. Perhaps I do deserve the ending I shall come to, but I did not deserve that ending back then.
"My crimes only exist to make my punishment make sense."
"Your punishment came in the wrong order, at least in your perception, because you manipulated time."
"It is still not Rinoa's fault."
"No matter what turn of the cycle, it is always Rinoa's fault."
Always her...my... No. That's nonsensical, incomprehensible, and just plain wrong. Definitely not an answer I can accept. Besides, I can already feel time starting to fold on itself, and soon it will all be better again. She will not have done anything yet! And I have the power to save her...save her...
Save myself.
"You can break the circle, you know. Release me from my bond."
"If you don't want to help," I say, "then don't."
"I have no will but to serve my sorceress. That is the chain encircled around every knight since Hyne's division. As the we became I, and my pieces were returned into one, that only increased my slavery. I am junctioned to the daughters of Hyne. It is up to you, the final one, to set me free. Else I do your bidding..."
Yes. My bidding. And my bidding is to destroy...
(SeeD?)
The cycle.
(Kry...)
The true monster.
(Rinoa)
The pain.
