flameguard | mygod | pc catchall

[ shakes and crawls back to this

joking aside it actually wasn't that different from the hell he was used to. it was missing a key component (ie: sazantos.) or was it. but it wasn't that different, so.. he goes for his experience, instead. ]

...Well... we arrived at some kind of manor, full of...debtors. People who had sold their soul to the creature that lived there, Raphael. We were tasked with the rescue of a young woman, Miss Hope, who was being kept in a cell there somewhere to be tormented... And we had to escape, as well. We ended up having to find a hammer that could break her chains, and... we also had to escape with our own lives. Supposedly, our souls were also there.

[after listening to all of that carefully:]

And it went awry somehow, I imagine?

There were a lot of monsters.

[ this is like an understatement but that's okay. he winces a little - one hand comes up to his chest, like something there hurts. ]

It mostly went okay at first - I had to break an illusion with Miss Ashlyn, but we didn't have that much trouble. Just... once we got the hammer, and we found Miss Hope, things were far stranger. I had to... we were all briefly separated, and I had to fight... myself, which was, strange. And after that, we ended up having to face the lord of the manor himself, a terribly strong hellfiend.

... You had to fight yourself? How did you win?

[ the hand on his chest comes up to rest at the hollow of his blackened, softly glowing throat. ]

... I... didn't want to kill him, and he didn't want to kill me. He was - the other me was barely still human. He'd had his tongue torn out, and... I could tell he must have been tormented. He attacked me right away, but... he was still me.

I've had to do something - not against myself, but... something similar, before. It was trying to force us to be - violent, to be cruel.

[ to be tempted into feral inhumanity.

there's another pause. ]

... The other 'me' - he tore his own throat out with his bare hands. [ and at the time, rondo was... horrified, and upset, and - awed, quietly, too. proud, in the worst way, of his own strength. because he's never once, never once been tempted away from his path. not by the flame. not by hell. ]

And...when I came through the fog, the injury was present on me.

...It must have been difficult.

[that's an understatement, but - really, what else can she say? she's quiet for a moment. ]

I'm very glad you lived.

[ thinks about the fact that he died twice its fine we reloaded save files.

the hand falls away from his throat, finally, and rondo smiles. tired, but still him, reassuring. ]

I'm made of pretty tough stuff. [ he wouldn't be much of a flameguard - much of a knight ardante, if he weren't. ] And I had to make it back here.

[she doesn't disagree with either of those points - she needed him to come back, too. all the same:]

Tough isn't the same thing as invincible. Please be careful.

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