No longer yearning for another chance at life nor any recollection of the memories or ideas that subdued him, the Tempest would never admit he is actually... content here of all places. Unlike Auldrant, there is something about Spirale, perhaps its isolation or lack of structure, that allows the replica to feel more at ease. Though his intent was to keep his stay brief, his poor sense of navigation only delays that goal. There are countless beings that inhabit the city, yet he feels unworthy to ask for assistance -- rather, he is adamant on figuring his whereabouts himself.
Approaching a bulletin board of sorts, a finger traces around the circle labelled ‘You Are Here’. Brows furrow as emerald optics scan the nearby area -- mostly a residential area. Just buildings, trees, and -- He was at ease and yet, a familiar voice snaps him to life once more and gloved hands clench into a fist. Out of all places... Even the people who cornered replica with his own words and defended the seventh -- even they were here to shatter his final chance at redemption. Oh how cruel fate was to the boy who never gained anything since he was created.
“What more could you possibly want from me? You’ve succeeded, haven’t you? Now why is it that you are here before me now...?” With features hiding under his bangs, his voice cracks with desperation, his frame rigid. He is far from delighted to see the princess. > @belovedprincess
