#azureflameboy

Hulle Granz is silent for the moment despite containing a sole occupant--the blunet in question is lost in thought once more, deciding. Fingers itched to do something, anything. Now, Ovan certainly wasn’t the type to intentionally cause trouble--he simply created ripples in the wake of his actions. However, that didn’t quite steal anything from the mischievous nature he carried on his own. A though came to mind as slate hues settled upon the gentle, glowing scar he left eons ago.

At this point, so long as he wasn’t endangering the game, he was free to explore, so to speak. ..That being said.. ( kite’s bracelet is repaired.. i’m sure he could area hack with ease now.. ) Within seconds, his shortmail window appeared on his HUD, and he was contacting the twin blade in moments.

TO: Kite SUBJECT: Spelunking

Kite, I figured I could welcome you back from your school hiatus with some carefree fun, if you would have me. I’d like to see how well your bracelet holds up these days as well. I still find it quite interesting as the model for those wielded by the epitaphs.

In any case, meet me in Hulle Granz. I want to see if there’s anything else that’s hidden in [The World].

Kite’s words fill his ears, swoosh around his mind for a moment and exit the way they came in- he’s scared, Kite. He’s scared of what will become of him, he’s scared of what will happen in the event that you’re hurt and he can’t do anything to protect you. What if you get put into a coma? Then what?

The forehead touch is enough to bring him out of it, his eyes continue to play downcast as he focuses on not allowing the tears to brim his eyes. He almost laughs when Kite calls him brave. There’s nothing brave about a kid who takes his own life.

How can you call somebody so cowardly, brave?

“Kite...” He starts, though his voice had choked before he could manage out the rest of his sentence. He wants to tell him that he’s wrong, that what he’s saying is total nonsense.

You’re stronger than you think.

“....Kite? “ He hadn’t seen him since he and the rest of his band had gone to finish off Cubia. Granted he still held somewhat hard feelings about in the beginning, granted hearing his own unnatural experience with The World...he almost felt like a hypocrite. Something he generally wasn’t, even in his moments of rage and anger, he was still true to his thoughts. Almost too blunt, if anyone asked, really.  He’d just logged in and was rather surprised to see him there. 

Whatever did he do to deserve the fate of wandering aimlessly around this cathedral? Well, he could poke a guess at a few reasons, not that he’d ever admit to such a thing. Pondering such a thing would not help him escape the grounds, he lacked the ability to interact with the environment the way anybody else was capable of. He had seen quite a few people enter and exit the environment at will--

Jaden refuses to admit that he’s jealous of those people, and resigns himself to sitting on the front-most pews of the cathedral. The statue of the girl hadn’t changed much, the text written before her was faded and he had read it and tried to decipher it many a time. Skeith, Innus, Magus... He lays down on the pew instead of sitting, and can’t help but feel as though he’s committing a great sin by doing such.

He understands the world he’s in is digital. He understands that his ‘avatar’ is not alike to others. He understands that he would, could, and may be deleted at any time. He understands that the noise currently echoing in the cathedral are footsteps that are not his own.

There’s a silent pause as he drummed the question in his mind---he couldn’t particularly blame Kite for being lost in the past, not when he had such a crucial role in preserving the network. Survivor’s guilt, maybe. That’s what Ovan had called it once before. But.. MORGANNA’s possession.. well.. she was ruthless to even her own kind, from what he could remember. Yet.. he was serving his purpose. Nothing more, nothing less.