It Is Inside All Of Us [tag: lightning] May 3, 2014 13:47:12 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on May 3, 2014 13:47:12 GMT -5
We will meet again.
to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim.
THIS IS WAR
Lightning knew how untrustworthy Chaos was. For her Chaos was the very form of the human heart. The heart was weak and it often took flight in the face of risk rather than meeting it head on. Lightning herself was an enigma. Without Etro's direction the Valkyrie now stood on her own: something she had not to do until recently. She had always dependent on the lead of others, like Amodar, or depended on the people she led to show her the direction the wished to travel.
The Valkyrie listened to the man as he spoke of his forgiveness being a two way street. One had to be the forgiver and forgiven, but Light could not simply ask for forgiveness from a being no longer around. His question was valid. Perhaps he was needed here, or perhaps she was meant to meet him? She did not have all the answers, nor could she pretend she did. He could very well be there due to the will of the Gods, but perhaps it was all coincidence and a disfavorable prospect: their meeting.
She looked to the cloaked stranger, the hesitation he held toward the time gate. She could understand his unwillingness, but she could not leave him to stay in this crumbling world. Everything was rapidly rotting away, being consumed by the Chaos that now ran amuck, which had once been under control. It would not be long until the hollows structures of Valhalla would be naught but dust. If he truly had his own way of leaving than being in a dying world seemed mad, but it also seemed he had no choice. He arrived using something called Materia. What was this?
He spoke of a world, a planet she had never witnessed. At first she thought he perhaps meant Pulse, or Cocoon, depending on where and when he was born, but it was clear this was not the case. Did the gates of time connect to not only their world, but others? She turned slightly and raised her hand toward the gate. Her open palm was poised toward it. Perhaps she could test his words…. As she concentrated on the Gate in an attempt to close it -- it would not close.
“Something that does not belong here, huh?” Her words were soft, barely above a whisper.
Her blue eyes turned to the cloaked visitor, her full attention on him now. He did not belong here, so that meant she would be unable to close the gate until all was well with this one and they were on their way home. As she listen to the manner in which he spoke these words it started to become clear why his Chaos had a different color. Though both were equally dark: for those that have seen Chaos in its purest form know and can tell you the mystical colors that twisted between its formless mist.
Different from hers, huh?
He explained more of this Materia, specifically what it looked like and why it was important to him. It controlled his chaos? He was unable to on his own? She stared at him in silence, her expression was flat, her spirit exhausted. From behind her approached Odin. The metallic Eidolon warrior draped in a silk cloak and holding a massive shield, proudly, on his arm, stared down at the humans. He reached down, his larger hand coming to hover over Light’s shoulder. She smiled weakly. Her time was up. She looked to Vincent.
“I will.” Honest words for someone, more than ready to help others. It was the makings of a Savior. “If that is what your heart truly needs… I will keep an eye out for it, and if I find it, I will keep it close and come and find you.” She turned her back to Vincent, Odin turning with her.
She did not know if the words he spoke were true, she had never seen it for herself, but if he believed it, that was all the proof she needed to try. The man was not inherently evil. Maybe he has made choices in the past that were -- difficult, but that was what it meant to be human. The two began to walk in a matching pace. She stopped and glanced back over her shoulder at Vincent with a soft smile. The burden of her responsibilities lay there. As soon as she fixed it all…. she would come back, Etro willing. She felt pain in her heart against that line….
“Go home. We will meet again.” Maybe it was too great a promise to uphold, but it was the least she could do for the man he made her final moments a bit less lonely. "By then, let us hope I have forgiven myself..."