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[ As the sword slices through his Cruxis Crystal, Mithos feels his consciousness disintegrating, blackness closing in around him. It's then that the music box appears before him, and the melody it's playing is so nostalgic that he feels compelled to reach out and touch it. Like the song Martel used to play for him on her pipes...
But instead of recalling peaceful, happy times with his sister, the song brings forth images from the Kharlan War in Mithos's mind. Or...no, it's not the Kharlan War; he doesn't recognize this battle, those banners. Perhaps some other war he arbitrated, then. Does it matter which one? Humans have so many.
His mind slowly slides back into consciousness, and it readily becomes clear this isn't death. His Cruxis Crystal is there on his chest as usual, a warm, steady presence fused to the skin just beneath his tunic. He can feel the mana making up his body, and the absence of mana is death. So he's somehow...alive. But how can that be possible? No, he must be dead; he is dead, his time in Aselia over. But that still doesn't answer where he is.
Should Martel be revived, she would absorb the Great Seed; and if the Great Seed should awaken, it would assimilate her. Mithos intended for his mana to be absorbed by Lloyd's Exsphere, but this place--whatever it is--feels nothing like a lifeless being. Perhaps this is where they come after death, perhaps-- His heart thuds in his chest. It's impossible, it's irrational, but he can't stop the tiny hope flaring up in the corner of his heart: maybe Martel is actually here. If Mithos wasn't absorbed by Lloyd's Exsphere, maybe Martel won't be absorbed by the Great Seed when it germinates, maybe instead Martel is here...
It's enough, at least, to get him up on his feet. Has he been robbed of his oblivion only for some miraculous chance of a reunion with Martel? ]
Sis... Hahaha...ahahahahahaha!
[ He presses a hand to his forehead, and it takes a moment for him to compose himself. Once he's calm, he takes a look around before leaving the Golden Entranceway. ]
℘ voice/action
[ Mithos is a whirl of feelings: residual anger at those who interfered with his plan, weak-hearted terror at this sudden uncertain outcome, and an apprehensive, terrified hope.
But none of that shows. His voice is timid, his tone polite, as he speaks into his Seal. ]
Hello? Please, if anyone is there, would you answer? [ Please be out there, Martel. Please hear him.
Alternatively he might walk up to you in the street, looking confused and scared. ]
Excuse me, I...I seem to have gotten lost.
[ As the sword slices through his Cruxis Crystal, Mithos feels his consciousness disintegrating, blackness closing in around him. It's then that the music box appears before him, and the melody it's playing is so nostalgic that he feels compelled to reach out and touch it. Like the song Martel used to play for him on her pipes...
But instead of recalling peaceful, happy times with his sister, the song brings forth images from the Kharlan War in Mithos's mind. Or...no, it's not the Kharlan War; he doesn't recognize this battle, those banners. Perhaps some other war he arbitrated, then. Does it matter which one? Humans have so many.
His mind slowly slides back into consciousness, and it readily becomes clear this isn't death. His Cruxis Crystal is there on his chest as usual, a warm, steady presence fused to the skin just beneath his tunic. He can feel the mana making up his body, and the absence of mana is death. So he's somehow...alive. But how can that be possible? No, he must be dead; he is dead, his time in Aselia over. But that still doesn't answer where he is.
Should Martel be revived, she would absorb the Great Seed; and if the Great Seed should awaken, it would assimilate her. Mithos intended for his mana to be absorbed by Lloyd's Exsphere, but this place--whatever it is--feels nothing like a lifeless being. Perhaps this is where they come after death, perhaps-- His heart thuds in his chest. It's impossible, it's irrational, but he can't stop the tiny hope flaring up in the corner of his heart: maybe Martel is actually here. If Mithos wasn't absorbed by Lloyd's Exsphere, maybe Martel won't be absorbed by the Great Seed when it germinates, maybe instead Martel is here...
It's enough, at least, to get him up on his feet. Has he been robbed of his oblivion only for some miraculous chance of a reunion with Martel? ]
Sis... Hahaha...ahahahahahaha!
[ He presses a hand to his forehead, and it takes a moment for him to compose himself. Once he's calm, he takes a look around before leaving the Golden Entranceway. ]
℘ voice/action
[ Mithos is a whirl of feelings: residual anger at those who interfered with his plan, weak-hearted terror at this sudden uncertain outcome, and an apprehensive, terrified hope.
But none of that shows. His voice is timid, his tone polite, as he speaks into his Seal. ]
Hello? Please, if anyone is there, would you answer? [ Please be out there, Martel. Please hear him.
Alternatively he might walk up to you in the street, looking confused and scared. ]
Excuse me, I...I seem to have gotten lost.