#dancingparry

"I came to see how you are doing.” Her voice was the same emotionless tone it had always been, but somehow it grated on his already tight nerves. How was he doing? “How am I doing?” Ghirahim spat out, standing to his full height and turning to glare down at the other sword spirit. 

“Let me explain to you, how I have been doing.” Hardly having enough energy to allow himself to reappear else where, he was forced to walk back down adding to his rising anger and humiliation. “I have been humiliated in front of my own army and Master, forced to live a life of excruciating pain, and I have lost most of my power!” 

He stopped short, holding his head in one hand while the other held onto his chest, covered in his dark purple shawl. “And to add insult to injury and to further my suffering, the one being I will ever have reason to call my equal or something close, erased her memory and allowed me to continue to think she was dead!” The demon lord looked at her again, this time less of a rage in his eyes, and more sorrowful. 

“That, is how I have been doing. You and your sky rodents ruined everything, and I will never be a creature deserving of retribution for my deeds done. He ended his rant

“.....” At first, she didn’t react. The lack of emotion, also had left Ghirahim unable to sense what she was thinking at the present moment. Slowly, Fi raised her head up to look at the heavens, and before her partner could say aything,, she spoke. “Ghirahim, look at the stars with me.” He watched her for a moment, confusion clouding is anger as he slowly looked up with her.

“While it’s true I did forget most of my memories before meeting Master Link, as I followed him on his journey, I was able to regain and recover my memories to one hundred percent.”

“There is no probability that I have done so to harm you. After Her Grace saved me, I requested my own memory to be erased, so as to not cloud my own judgement on the battle field. However, they had come back, and I was unable to end your existence because of that.”

Fi was in front of him by now, watching as he looked back to her, with a different look about his face. Relief, Sadness..it was strange to see. “It might take an underestimated time for myself or anyone to find forgiveness, but there is always a start.”

He listened for a moment, before a small smile overtook his frown, “..Yes,I suppose there always is a start to everything.” He offered a hand out to her, really to hold the thin shawl that hung on her shoulders. “My dearest friend, if you don’t mind. I’d like you to join me by my side. Come take a walk with me, so we an gaze into the stars, and begin the start.”

With a nod and one of the sides taken into his hand, she floated a long side him while they began to walk.  Talking and soon getting into a banter, just like the days of old, when she and him lived together.

Ghirahim paused as he watched her, the same thought staying in his head as he did.