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That’s not what Excalibur is supposed to look like, he thinks. Corpus technology... One of Alad V’s creations? He tilts his head and though Harrow’s helmet is in a fixed shape, the sense of wariness or skepticism is there.

Dedan is well aware of the fact that the world has once again fallen into ruin. Only, this time, its more of an organized chaos. Its not the paradise that was intended to be a world for their young prince to grow up in. Instead, its a great shame, a joke, that Dedan can’t truly take pride in at the end of the day.

It used to be pure. It used to be good.

It used to be safe for Hugo.

Now Spectres roam the land and the Elsen’s disease has progressed to the point where a once proud people are petrified by fear and are always at risk of becoming monstrous. He himself, has become a monster in his own eyes. He could always try to change---to be the ‘Tall Mister’ once again---but truthfully?

He’s gotten used to the feeling of warped power. 

The only way the world could get better-

' you  dare  scoff  at  the  sanctity  of   MARRIAGE!    the  true  connection  between  male  and  female,  those  that  love  each  other  until   DEATH.   '   a  half  gesture,  dismissive  wave  of  his  hand   ━  the  one  that  held  the  blade  that  had  dulled  over  time  from overuse.   '   ah  it  matters  not   DARLING.   once  i  have  your  hand  in  marriage  you  will  truly  understand  just  what  a  special  bond  it  is.   '   smile  slick  with  promise  and  murder  spread  across  dry  cracked  lips.

“ i can only help with one of those things. “