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Importance of Algebra With Reason-PW

[Memories.

Memories as ancient as the world itself. They entwined each other, enveloped the tiny layer that formed this world - they would go on and on, endless… charming and absolutely terrifying, all at once. All of this would happen soon, memories that would be better left untouched, rotting in the depths of his mind… but Sion did not know of that yet.]

- “So, does it go like this?”

[Turning the computer on (or rather, figuring how that weird machine that they placed on his room worked) was the biggest problem of it all, and for some reason he could understand whatever language it was set on. Magic, perhaps? This place had way too many mysteries that the young king of Roland wasn’t entirely sure if he wanted to uncover. He looked at several costumes after struggling to find the correct program - apparently people had to dress up to be able to leave their rooms. A waste of time and money, really, but this wasn’t his primary concern. The costumes went from disturbing ones to designs that he had never seen before, including an apparently closed off file that said ‘access restricted’. What would have been normally left alone was touched this time, revealing a single costumed titled ’__dhero.001’ which Sion clicked on, unsure of what it’d do. It would be hilarious to see his complete incompetence with technology if the situation wasn’t changing quickly.

It was too familiar. 

Too familiar for Sion Astal to be comfortable with.

Because he could feel the memories of the 「Hero」 eroding his mind again, now with a terrifying speed.]

- “This can’t be…”

[And yet it was. Regal clothes swapped for armor that covered him from head to toe, his silver hair covered completely as carmine cape flowed as if bringing clear signs of a bad omen. Would he lose his mind, too? It appears that whatever was causing this - Sion thought has he had no reason but to leave his room, pain consuming his body as he took firm steps, each of them making he want to scream in from the madness and pain within - allowed him to split his mind between him and Asruld.

Ah, but it quickly reached a point where Sion couldn’t identify what was ‘him’ and what was the ‘hero’ anymore. At some time, it all got foggy and merged together. He reached the point where his teeth were clenched together, maybe as a way to suppress the pain or to contain the growl - the screams of being in such a weak state.

Only a word left his lips.]

- “Sword.”

[‘Sion’ could feel it. The desire for more power and the fact that his own body  lacked any - consumed by the sanity he worked so hard to avoid (or did he?) as swords as black as the night were summoned by him for apparently no reason, there were no 「Goddesses」 here, nothing at all to be done, nothing to search, nothing to obtain.

But how could he obtain anything?

For he is destruction.

The Mad Hero, whose only reason for existence was to end it all. And it would be done, swords reaching for the closest living existence as if aiming to immediately erase everything. 

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.]

It was such a bittersweet feeling. This situation was far from ideal, but... he was happy? At least Sion seemed to think that way. Ryner accepted his support in escaping Roland (thus avoiding the death sentence that was in store for him), but under one condition... that Sion accompanied him. Ryner feared that this would cause trouble for him, that his title as a War Hero wouldn't suffice to keep him alive.

At first, he had such strong feelings against it. This was Roland they were talking about, after all. He had things to do - a promise to himself and a promise to his deceased mother... a promise that he chose not to fulfill. He chose selfishness, and so they fled the country. 

Five months passed since then. They had to kept bouncing between countries to avoid being found, the reason being... Ryner was still a prisoner(a fugitive at that), after all. That, and... Sion's brothers were still clearly after his head. That corrupted country... instead of changing it, they both decided to give up on it. 

But by choosing that, wasn't that happiness? 

He had the option to change things.

But he had the option to save Ryner's life.

And when you try to weight the responsibilities against each other, it's clear what was most important to Sion right now.

It's clear what is important to him. Ever since some time ago... 

- "Ryner."

Things were more peaceful now. They finally managed to settle down, and it seemed that Roland finally gave up completely on them... for whatever reason. 

It didn't matter much, really. They were so far away from it... Sion's problems were down to take care of the house they lived in... and take care of Ryner. 

... Who was sleeping soundly on their bed. It brought a small smile to his face (he was finally able to smile truthfully, after all this time)... and at the same time, he just poured cold water on the sleeping body. 

A rude awakening, but one that this man deserved.

After all, he saved Sion from the darkness. The least Sion could do was to save Ryner, too.

- "... I'm home."

Contrary to his rude actions, his voice sounded almost sad.

More than anyone, he knew peace wasn't something that was made to last. It was something that made him want to laugh and cry at the same time. These peaceful days... he wanted to preserve them as long as possible.

i can get behind that

ur ass i mean

hey how's that saving your best friend thing going