Ninth Dream

[un_forgetting]

Warning: Death by immolation, old use of a particular word. :|b
Dream Effect: Anyone who watches will feel lingering pain from various torture-think flogging, and the rack-and then the horrific pain of being burned alive. There will also be a sense of dark humor, and just sheer, sardonic amusement at how much the people doing this fail.

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[love_lostomates]

[It's too similar. It brings back too many bad memories, and he didn't actually want to watch, but before he could stop it he was drawn in by the sensations in the dream.

He shudders. Far, far too familiar. He can starkly remember the burnings of the Inquisition, and...And he honestly cannot think of anything to say, so he is simply silent.]

[un_forgetting]

...Is there something?

[love_lostomates]

[He blinks, startled out of his thoughts, and slowly shakes his head.]

Ah...No. I didn't...Sorry.

[He hesitates, about to turn off the call.]

{This is...Partly my fault, isn't it? He didn't deserve that...}

...I'm sorry.

[un_forgetting]

It's not your fault. [There's a sharpness in his tone. Naoya is not a happy camper.]

I've always known precisely who the fault lies with...and I can assure you, He will pay for it.

[love_lostomates]

[He completely doesn't notice, at first, that Naoya answered his thoughts, shaking his head instead.]

I...should have stopped them.

{Or at least tried harder. Nobody deserved that...

...Wait. 'He'? He doesn't mean-}

[un_forgetting]

[Naoya snorts, and his eyes are so very cold.]

I mean exactly who you think. Their idea didn't come out of nowhere.

[love_lostomates]

{ I don't- But He- How can I- }

[Yes, this is the result of hundreds of years of belief combating against recent events and Naoya's words.]

...Do you really think that He...came up with the Inquisition?

[un_forgetting]

I don't think...I know Him much better than to waver so. He was responsible.

[love_lostomates]

...

{How can that-

...But he sounds so sure. Why would he lie? I don't...understand.}

[His voice is quiet when he finally speaks because...yes, his mind is still reeling from this, and he's still having a hard time believing it.]

...Oh.

[un_forgetting]

[Your faith irritates.]

Move along. There's nothing more for you here.

[love_lostomates]

[The slightest moment's hesitation, but a stubborn set to his mouth.]

{I'm sorry-}

[Click!]