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Dedicated to Killraven.
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Messages.
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The house was empty. Mayhaps an oddity, but singularly, this attribute deepened the silence between the click and the first uttered words.
"You've reached the comm of Milliardo and Lucrezia Peacecraft. Please leave your message and we'll get back with soon."
How do recordings lose so many binding comforts of a loving voice, yet instill such painful memories with perfect accuracy? The traditional tone seemed to take so long, ever the mocker. To think this device would play such a pressing role was laughable, but for it to act so disdainful was...
Perhaps it's normal for thoughts to randomly crawl away when driven by the stress of finality.
"Milliardo? It's Dorothy... This will prove most awkward if you're listening presently... I suppose not. Then... I wanted to tell y-... This message is for Noi-.. your wife. ..Lucrezia? I was hoping to see you today. I'm sorry you weren't able to make it. I knew my choice of locations would be... discomforting. I'm sorry. If I can't attend next anniversary, please take the flowers to his grave for me. What I called abou-" Beep. Click.
"God."
It's sad that something so trivial can make one laugh, ... or cry. The sound of my own voice reminds me how far I'd fallen by now. A Catalonia's hand began the greatest war in history, yet mine trembles at pressing buttons on a screen. I suppose it's best to... no. Even with my decisions made, the duty of my name alone holds me from speaking my dishonor aloud.
"You've reached the comm of Milliardo and Lucrezia Peacecraft. Please leave your message and we'll get back with soon."
Soon. That smile, I couldn't help it. Irony bodes in the minds of the lost.
"Milliardo, I.. Lucrezia, I planned my message poorly. I meant to leave... to... This is.. for Milliardo. General Milliardo. Forgive my absence yester-eve. I.. realized just how behind in my work I am. At your evening's expense I completed it, though. It was selfish of me, yet imperative. I wanted to tell you that the arrangements are complete. At-" Beep. Click.
"Damn."
I should have learned by now.
Even now I find myself awash in silly travesties of words. Surely, had I the capacity to 'learn', I wouldn't be doing this. Would I?
"You've reached the comm of Milli-"
Cupping the earpiece helped. In life we are given certain tolerances, and by flaw or by design, mine have been met. The beep of these machines is so...
"Mr. and Mrs. Peacecraft, I thank you both. Lucrezia, you have been both my mother and friend. I wish our blood had bound us together so much sooner. And though I cherish you, it is for you that I act. Milliardo... Take care of her. She loves you, perhaps more than even I. I accepted that she and I both did our best to comfort and support you when White-" Beep. Click.
Expected this time, yet it burns inside me hatred. The simple functions of time and technology lord across the passions and ideals that borne them.
"You've rea-"
I've reached nothing. I saved men's lives. My mind still burns with every exerted synapse the forsaken Zero raped me through. Every doll in my control and no one spoke of who I saved. No.
It was always who I've lead to death.
"Please... just listen. I... Zechs, we both gave our lives to you. And you chose, and... And chose well. And no one... will ever question you, because you did right. But I can't... deal with being... between you and Luc. I want to live, but this isn't living. You... you... accepted me... into White Fang. Was it my words? Or was it... me?... I'm sorr-" Beep. Click.
I...
No, it was close enough.
And besides, I have everything written.
'Dear Count,
There once were two girls; one destined to lead a war, one too in love to stop it.
They both loved a man.
One saved him, and even now gives him hope.
One fought for him, and with her death, set him free.'
... Yes.
Beloved King,
Be free.
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~@~
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Dedicated to Killraven.
~~~
~@~
~~~
Messages.
~~~
~@~
~~~
The house was empty. Mayhaps an oddity, but singularly, this attribute deepened the silence between the click and the first uttered words.
"You've reached the comm of Milliardo and Lucrezia Peacecraft. Please leave your message and we'll get back with soon."
How do recordings lose so many binding comforts of a loving voice, yet instill such painful memories with perfect accuracy? The traditional tone seemed to take so long, ever the mocker. To think this device would play such a pressing role was laughable, but for it to act so disdainful was...
Perhaps it's normal for thoughts to randomly crawl away when driven by the stress of finality.
"Milliardo? It's Dorothy... This will prove most awkward if you're listening presently... I suppose not. Then... I wanted to tell y-... This message is for Noi-.. your wife. ..Lucrezia? I was hoping to see you today. I'm sorry you weren't able to make it. I knew my choice of locations would be... discomforting. I'm sorry. If I can't attend next anniversary, please take the flowers to his grave for me. What I called abou-" Beep. Click.
"God."
It's sad that something so trivial can make one laugh, ... or cry. The sound of my own voice reminds me how far I'd fallen by now. A Catalonia's hand began the greatest war in history, yet mine trembles at pressing buttons on a screen. I suppose it's best to... no. Even with my decisions made, the duty of my name alone holds me from speaking my dishonor aloud.
"You've reached the comm of Milliardo and Lucrezia Peacecraft. Please leave your message and we'll get back with soon."
Soon. That smile, I couldn't help it. Irony bodes in the minds of the lost.
"Milliardo, I.. Lucrezia, I planned my message poorly. I meant to leave... to... This is.. for Milliardo. General Milliardo. Forgive my absence yester-eve. I.. realized just how behind in my work I am. At your evening's expense I completed it, though. It was selfish of me, yet imperative. I wanted to tell you that the arrangements are complete. At-" Beep. Click.
"Damn."
I should have learned by now.
Even now I find myself awash in silly travesties of words. Surely, had I the capacity to 'learn', I wouldn't be doing this. Would I?
"You've reached the comm of Milli-"
Cupping the earpiece helped. In life we are given certain tolerances, and by flaw or by design, mine have been met. The beep of these machines is so...
"Mr. and Mrs. Peacecraft, I thank you both. Lucrezia, you have been both my mother and friend. I wish our blood had bound us together so much sooner. And though I cherish you, it is for you that I act. Milliardo... Take care of her. She loves you, perhaps more than even I. I accepted that she and I both did our best to comfort and support you when White-" Beep. Click.
Expected this time, yet it burns inside me hatred. The simple functions of time and technology lord across the passions and ideals that borne them.
"You've rea-"
I've reached nothing. I saved men's lives. My mind still burns with every exerted synapse the forsaken Zero raped me through. Every doll in my control and no one spoke of who I saved. No.
It was always who I've lead to death.
"Please... just listen. I... Zechs, we both gave our lives to you. And you chose, and... And chose well. And no one... will ever question you, because you did right. But I can't... deal with being... between you and Luc. I want to live, but this isn't living. You... you... accepted me... into White Fang. Was it my words? Or was it... me?... I'm sorr-" Beep. Click.
I...
No, it was close enough.
And besides, I have everything written.
'Dear Count,
There once were two girls; one destined to lead a war, one too in love to stop it.
They both loved a man.
One saved him, and even now gives him hope.
One fought for him, and with her death, set him free.'
... Yes.
Beloved King,
Be free.
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