There is nothing left that I desire. Once, I wished for ShinRa's downfall... but, for my brother, I cast that aside. It was Hojo's death, alone, that prolonged the rage that has long since become my life-force.
Why live for hate when there is so much else to live for? When there is so much more to experience?
Placing your life on another's life is never worth it. That's stupid to say the least. If someone died, I would avenge them perhaps, but I would keep living for myself. There's always something new to experience, always someone new to find.
It is all I have known, for the last decade of my life. All opportunity to live for more noble purposes was crushed... all possibility of love, of joy, of even sorrow, was stripped from me. Such is the tale of a soldier from Deepground, one who was cultivated to be the vessel of Omega.
(OOC: Not sure how familiar you are with Weiss, or with Dirge of Cerberus in general, but... Schuldig might find it disturbing how many pieces of Hojo's mind seem to be just laying around in Weiss'. It's a product of Hojo's consciousness overlaying Weiss' for a while. )
You know nothing. The granting of purpose to my life was taken from my hands a decade ago. I gave in to rage. Yet, those who have wronged me have been either forgiven or punished...
What now, child? Do you know what it is, to have such purpose torn away from you? Do you know a way to reclaim it? If not... then you are of no use to me.
I know what it is to have to lose someone important to me because of a purpose that encompassed everything, and I know what it is to take up that purpose for the same reason.
But by coming here, that purpose has been ripped from me, as well. I can't reclaim it, because there is no need for it. For years, I was the Summoner-in-Training, and my father was High Summoner. Now, we are nothing, just people brought here to live.
Here, there is no such creature as Sin and thus there is no need for us-- as Summoners. But we still live on. Life is finding your purpose where you can. You can't just give up on such a gift as life because what you once lived for is gone. It's a waste of the potential we were all given from birth.
If it is so simple to move on, then your attachment to that purpose was weak, indeed.
My life was taken from me... thrice. The final time, it was not simply wresting fate from my hands, it was snuffing out my life... It was a mistake for me to have been recalled to life. I am a monster, and I wish to be nothing else. Is it truly wrong to wish for a mistake to be corrected?
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Can hate exist, without an object for that hate?
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Placing your life on another's life is never worth it. That's stupid to say the least. If someone died, I would avenge them perhaps, but I would keep living for myself. There's always something new to experience, always someone new to find.
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(OOC: Not sure how familiar you are with Weiss, or with Dirge of Cerberus in general, but... Schuldig might find it disturbing how many pieces of Hojo's mind seem to be just laying around in Weiss'. It's a product of Hojo's consciousness overlaying Weiss' for a while. )
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There is so much in this world worth living for and defending! You'll find a new purpose. There are so many purposes for you to find!
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What now, child? Do you know what it is, to have such purpose torn away from you? Do you know a way to reclaim it? If not... then you are of no use to me.
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But by coming here, that purpose has been ripped from me, as well. I can't reclaim it, because there is no need for it. For years, I was the Summoner-in-Training, and my father was High Summoner. Now, we are nothing, just people brought here to live.
Here, there is no such creature as Sin and thus there is no need for us-- as Summoners. But we still live on. Life is finding your purpose where you can. You can't just give up on such a gift as life because what you once lived for is gone. It's a waste of the potential we were all given from birth.
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My life was taken from me... thrice. The final time, it was not simply wresting fate from my hands, it was snuffing out my life... It was a mistake for me to have been recalled to life. I am a monster, and I wish to be nothing else. Is it truly wrong to wish for a mistake to be corrected?
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Dwelling on it won't help either.
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