Rest was something Rhea had intended to acquire today. She’d laid her exhausted form in sheets of silk, and allowed all worries to slip from her immediate consciousness only to have Bellus worm his way into it. Normally, she would have sent him away—placed mental walls to bar his path, kicked him out of her head—but this time was a bit different. It occurred to her for a moment that the demon was simply wanting to speak to her, and so she allowed it, wondering briefly if he missed the closeness they shared for so many years. Though, as always, the weapon just did not know what to talk about. He discussed briefly the condition of his wounds, explaining that they were mostly healed by now, and she told him that she still felt a dull pain, but it was far more liveable than before. And there was a long period of silence between the two, both of them tired beyond reasonable belief. For Rhea, it was normal, but Bellus? Questionable, but not something she would find alarming—every being grew tired, she thought.
However, he certainly did wake with Placide’s appearance, and his words only served to surprise the sword—something Rhea had forgotten was possible. She herself found it to be strange, Placide assuming Bellus knew something about his decapitation, but—…if he didn’t then why would he act so strangely? It had only lasted a second, his surprise, but she had still caught it—his usual demeanor couldn’t mask the truth from her eyes. Blinking amber pools in question, Rhea only stared over at the snake and asked, “You think he knows something…?” Or that…he was responsible for something as terrible at Placide’s attempted murder? That couldn’t be true…could it? “Bellus?”
And as his name was spoken, the sword appeared, crimson hues already bent into their usual glare. Fingertips danced idly as arms crossed a broad chest, gaze cast toward the snake in an almost hateful manner. “I was hoping it would not come to this. You are smarter than I gave you credit for.”
" He has something to do with it, Rhea. When I woke up again those hundred years ago, I couldn't remember anything, but it's coming back. Albeit, it's a little slow, but it's coming back to me, " It was more like flashes of bits of images, little cinematic rolls that weren't complete. He could remember faintly, situations he'd been in, times he'd almost been killed. Why he had that enchanted weapon which he still held in his backpack, the reality that he was older than he may have speculated. Those rainy days he remained under little bits of bark, attempting to keep warm. The truth being that he was about as much of a survivor as Rhea had been back in her warrior days. A fighter, however still kind at heart. Merciful, but capable. Even in his younger years, he wasn't vain, and it showed. Wisdom regarding places he didn't even know he had. Knowledge of locations he didn't know actually existed, all lost with time and his memory. Wars he'd been a part of without wanting to be, famines he tried to alleviate for at least one or two souls. Facts that he couldn't have remembered without this, /without/ the last attack Bellus graced him with.
He'd be sure to let Bellus know, of course.
Once the sword appeared, sharp indigo orbs locked on crimson, stepping forward without fear. The weapon was always taller than him, more so before than now, but that didn't change the fact that he had tilt his head up a little when looking him. Regardless of the height difference, his assertive stance didn't falter for a second. That would have been of weakness, something he wasn't about to show Bellus, " Smarter? I'm almost flattered to hear that coming from you, Bell. It's actually thanks to that last attack. You'd be surprised how similar the remnants of the old wound appear along the new ones. I didn't really focus too much at first, until I was looking in the mirror and noticed how, despite how much thicker your fingers are compared to a /blade/, they fit perfectly, " Lips pursed for a moment, before the snake continued, " I want to know, Bellus, I want to know. What did I do to deserve to be killed? Seems we've all known each other longer than initially speculated as well.. "
Eyes shifted for a moment, dropping on Rhea just for that brief segment of time, and an almost burning flare of images seemed to appear. Quickly, but--they appeared. Her old body, not the new one. Placide couldn't really piece anything together currently, he'd need Bellus to do that. He'd need Bellus to be honest with him, for once, just this once, and this only time. He wanted the truth. Eyes flickered back to the weapon, " Please. I /have/ to know what the hell happened, " The snake remarked with a slight twinge in his voice, all too aware of the fact that the sword probably robbed him of more than his life.
