we are meeting somewhere in the void of wiwaldi campus, though, because running into each other like this means no, real escape options available. it being day two of memories popping up in stardust has him trying to avoid them, for the most part.
[ The will to live is familiar, when Claude follows Hua Cheng's tired steps, knowing that it's not until death looms like a shadow that your desperation to fight another day really shows itself. Clinging to an ideal and a dream.
But it's not the same, because Hua Cheng marches on. He doesn't relinquish his weapon even long after Claude would've retreated to lick his wounds.
When he finally draws his last breath, it feels like a forgone conclusion.
[ there's something... distant, in the expression on hua cheng's face as the memory fades. it's a familiar one - even 800 years doesn't tarnish the memory of your death, for someone like him - but he doesn't seem particularly upset to see it. ]
Once. Unable to live past eighteen, just as I was told.
If you asked the gods, though, they would likely tell you any of many a rumor, including that I sprung forth from the most evil place in all of the three realms. As you do.
I don't tend to, either. Their rumors are amusing at least.
Challenged 35 of them to martial and civil competitions. Only 33 accepted, and I beat them for all of their followers to see, before burning down all of their temples in the mortal realm. Some of them still persist to this day, and overall the Heavens don't particularly like me.
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we are meeting somewhere in the void of wiwaldi campus, though, because running into each other like this means no, real escape options available. it being day two of memories popping up in stardust has him trying to avoid them, for the most part.
except it happens anyways. ]
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But it's not the same, because Hua Cheng marches on. He doesn't relinquish his weapon even long after Claude would've retreated to lick his wounds.
When he finally draws his last breath, it feels like a forgone conclusion.
Claude sighs, glancing out over the campus. ]
So you were mortal, once?
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Once. Unable to live past eighteen, just as I was told.
If you asked the gods, though, they would likely tell you any of many a rumor, including that I sprung forth from the most evil place in all of the three realms. As you do.
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What did you do to end up with such a reputation?
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Challenged 35 of them to martial and civil competitions. Only 33 accepted, and I beat them for all of their followers to see, before burning down all of their temples in the mortal realm. Some of them still persist to this day, and overall the Heavens don't particularly like me.