Unholy Trinity
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iii. Helena
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Fitting, that the last words you spoke to me were indecipherable; you had the worst habit of mumbling, Uncle.
I can say this now. I'm the voice in the back of your head – my head – that you can never be rid of. Or is it that you have infested mine, a condition that I am none too thrilled to be a part of? This – this was never part of the plan, Uncle. I was to rise to power on my own wings; this is insane. You are insane.
It… worries me that Itsuki and Motoko never truly noticed a difference. Itsuki suspects. Suspected. He's always been the smarter of the two, hasn't he? Not that it matters now. I'm not sure if it is your laughter or mine that bubbles over my lips as the altar windows are shot out, as he tumbles to the ground, as that ridiculous assistant of his joins him, sprawled on the tiles. Still, to think that I spent a childhood – a stunted, guarded, impeccably rigid childhood but a childhood nonetheless, Uncle – with these boys and they still cannot tell that another inhabits the body of their childhood companion…
They think what they will of me; I wish it was me that they looked at, even with scorn, but the part of your research that you kept from me, your catalyst, your horrific final attempt towards immortality have made this no longer the case. Anyone would have run from this half-life, Uncle, even I – despite my loyalty to the project, to you, I would have escaped if I had truly suspected that your selfishness could run this deep. Foolish girl; I had thought your request was yet another test, but I was wrong... oh, I was wrong...
Don't misunderstand me, Uncle; I haven't stopped trying to escape.
As blood drips through your clenched fingers in a pitiful attempt to hold me together, I realise with cold satisfaction that I may even succeed this time.
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this is the passing of all shining things
no lingering no backward-
wondering be unto
us O
soul,but straight
glad feet fearruining
and glorygirded
faces
lead us
into the
serious
steep
darkness
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fin the third.
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Sabe's Scribbles: The Trinity lies complete, now. A very belated but no less happy Christmas wish goes out to the talented and patient cendrillo, who waited far too long for all of this to come together... the final quote is from e. e. cummings' "The Glory is Fallen Out Of" - fitting, for Helena. For all three of the Bahbem children, really. That said, thanks for reading!