He remembers a dreamlike place, a battle that he could no longer name. He remembers that he is facing a Beast, but at the same time ... she was someone else, once, too. Quirinus could at the very least relate to that.
Wasn't he also something that came to be- made out of others, forced to knit himself together in soul ⎛ sometimes, his body did not feel like his own- because it wasn't. Not really. He thinks of lightning storms and how he had changed. He wonders if he died then, or later. ⎠
❝ Beast of the End ... ❞
No, that wasn't it, was it? She wasn't simply a Beast. Once upon a time, she was a young woman with hopes and dreams. Hadn't she been chasing that story of hope, too? ❝ I would hope, though, to call you another name. ❞
⎛ Who am I now? he thinks, without my light, I am no longer Supreme Deity. I do not exist at the beginnings and ends. This body does not remember how it felt to be struck by lightning. When did it become this difficult to recall something like that? Or has it always been that way? When will I be the boy who ran with wolves once more? Or is that lost to me forever? ⎠
❝ I hold no ill will toward you- even if it is the task of the Grand Servants to battle Beasts. Will you offer me your name? ❞ What he means is: I cannot wrap this place in my light, for it has burned out. What he wishes to say is: I have only a human heart left where my divine core once was, and I am vulnerable. What he hopes is that kindness was not something misplaced.
❲ @animasend ❳
