In Her Name -- 001
I tend to wonder what coerced me to accept the invitation to come here.
Was it the lure of something prestigious? Something that I know I will come out on top with?
Was it the idea that I thought I would see K-Na again?
Was it the realization that staying in Drakengard reminded me of everything I was taken from?
It was the idea of being in a world where Furiae was not. It was the idea of knowing what Inuart had done.
I thought I would come back and my rage would subside, with thanks to what Ares did to me.
Instead, I remembered everything and came back to old memories -- memories I don't want.
It was my responsibility to show that girl what she did to the world, the pain and the suffering she caused everyone, when all I really wanted to do was rip her apart slowly, limb by limb. I wanted to see her face when she was consumed by the same metaphorical idea that Arioch died to. Dying to insanity, to madness. Impaling her would not have been good enough. She deserved something inhumane because what she did was inhumane. Barbaric. Cruel. Catastrophic.
The Empire had already caused so many conflicts. My...
Losing Furiae was the first step to it all. Losing Furiae.
I said I would come here to fill that void.
What I failed to see was that I cannot replace you.
I'll end up trying anyway.
Was it the lure of something prestigious? Something that I know I will come out on top with?
Was it the idea that I thought I would see K-Na again?
Was it the realization that staying in Drakengard reminded me of everything I was taken from?
It was the idea of being in a world where Furiae was not. It was the idea of knowing what Inuart had done.
I thought I would come back and my rage would subside, with thanks to what Ares did to me.
Instead, I remembered everything and came back to old memories -- memories I don't want.
It was my responsibility to show that girl what she did to the world, the pain and the suffering she caused everyone, when all I really wanted to do was rip her apart slowly, limb by limb. I wanted to see her face when she was consumed by the same metaphorical idea that Arioch died to. Dying to insanity, to madness. Impaling her would not have been good enough. She deserved something inhumane because what she did was inhumane. Barbaric. Cruel. Catastrophic.
The Empire had already caused so many conflicts. My...
Losing Furiae was the first step to it all. Losing Furiae.
I said I would come here to fill that void.
What I failed to see was that I cannot replace you.
I'll end up trying anyway.