tushanshu_logs | Am I Part of the Cure

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Am I Part of the Cure

Characters: Valdis and some open
Date: All of July
Location: Throughout Keeliai
Situation: Various
Warnings/Rating: In headers

May had been a complete and utter mess. Between the anonymous accusations, the failings of her plan regarding them, her own foolishness and the cultist attack, Valdis couldn’t seem to pull the pieces back together. It was extraordinarily grating to feel so out of control. She still didn’t have her position back at the KPD, so she filled her time teaching at the Dojo, reading and rereading books and wandering the streets at night. Sleeping was difficult, not for nightmares, but she felt too restless. There was too much to do in the aftermath of the Cultist attacks, and she had no idea where to start. Useless, was the word. June hadn’t been much better, but at least there had been a sense of calm and healing, no matter how false the calm seemed.

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"Holy isn't the word I'd have used to describe it." This was soft, though she'd be able to read nothing from him but grimly determined resignation. Perhaps holier than anything the angels had wielded. In its own way, it was also cursed, just as much as the Devil's Arms.

... Maybe that was why her sword had reflected so deeply in him. "So yours was used to lock away the Void."

He'd known what he felt when he picked up Revelations. He hadn't quite had context for why.

So there was a sword? Interesting. Though more interesting was the grim sense of acceptance. There was nothing else attached to it, no other emotions or feelings. Though he could shut himself off completely, so he had greater control than most. Her eyes widened slightly at his statement, it wasn't correct, but it wasn't necessarily wrong either.

"Not quite," she replied, "Revelations restored my soul to me and created a barrier that the Void cannot cross. The barrier doesn't contain the Void, it simply protects my soul from being taken by it again."

"Yet the Void is still in you." She spoke as though it were an outside intruder, a possession on its own ... no wonder she'd reacted to Guardian Field the way she had. Being possessed by two entities at once could have done significantly more damage.

"I presume the Void is the one who doesn't like light-based artes," he said, and motioned toward her. "Your mana is generally balanced between light and darkness."

If this distracted her from asking more about the seal, so much the better.

"It is," Valdis replied slowly, "It's like a parasite, though I wouldn't exactly call our relationship symbiotic." The second part, the reference to her mana, gave her pause for several moments. "That would make sense...the Void is a creature of darkness, but I was once an angel, so my soul must be the light mana that you sense."

Kratos's eyes flickered, and Valdis might feel a sense of deep discomfort. "You're an angel, but angels consider you an abomination for being possessed by a being you cannot control?"

So far her actions indicated that she didn't exactly want the Void in her.

And it lent more weight to what he'd felt from Revelations. The grief and the guilt and the painful love, all at once. The worst kind of heartache. His voice, unconsciously, softened. "And they made your brother try to kill you?"

"I was an angel," Valdis corrected, "But not anymore. I'm not of Heaven or Hell. Neither an Angel nor a Demon."

His discomfort didn't make any sense, so she tried to push it away, but the unexpected softness in his voice made such a thing difficult.

"Yes...but my father tried before that," she said, her voice quiet as she watched him without quite making eye contact, "But I killed him first...Though I didn't even know who he was at the time."

"Being possessed by a parasite doesn't mean you've stopped being an angel." His response is quick. Still even, but quick, with a kind of solid obstinacy accompanying it. After all, if she was no longer what she had been, could he still be? No. He was still human. He strove to still be human. Surely the Desians didn't let him forget it.

The angels in her world might tell her the opposite. That she didn't deserve to be one of them. They were wrong. (They had to be wrong.)

"You sound like my brother...but when your soul is gone and everything about you changes. When your morality has died and all you have left is the desire to hunt and bring chaos to the earth, then you are no longer what you were."

She knew she was no longer an Angel. Even though she now possessed a soul, she was still a Hellhound.

"I am dangerous without a soul, perhaps more so with one, at least in their eyes. They say it makes my powers unstable."

She now realized that while he had feelings about the topic he had successfully sidetracked her train of thought.

"Why do you care so much about it?"

"Everyone is dangerous without a soul." His voice was flat. "Some people are dangerous even with one. And it's plain to anyone who looks that having lost yours doesn't exclude you from regaining it. You may be different to how you were -- but that doesn't change that you are still partly an angel."

His words became slowly fierce, but his voice became low, easy to lose in the patter of rain -- as if to imbue them well enough with passion, they needed to be more controlled, not less. Her question is enough to cut him off for a breath, to realise he might be on the verge of talking without thinking.

The last time he'd done that, he'd told Lloyd what happened to his mother, in spite of Lloyd's demands that he stop. It was not a good habit to get into.

So before Kratos answered he fell silent, studying Valdis until he could be sure he wouldn't lose track of what he was saying. When he did speak, the passion was gone, and his tone was even. "I wasn't born an angel. No angels from my world were born angels. Most of them are half-elves. And most of them feel my having been born human sullies everything I do."

It wasn't something he liked to talk about, but he did remember that the last time they spoke like this, Valdis had walked away when he declined to give her equal information in return.

It became more evident with each word that Kratos had strong feelings connected to some sort of bias. A bias against him, or someone he knew. People didn't feel or speak like this when they were on the outside of a situation. She didn't have to strain to hear him, but his lowered voice, controlled, yet emotional in a certain way, didn't seem in line with the calculating being she had assumed he was.

She waited in the silence, letting him think without interruption, ready to depart should he decide to dismiss the question, but he didn't. The discrimination he faced explained his defense of her.

"I'm sorry," she replied after a few silent moments of her own, "It seems that you and I are both unique in our circumstances. You, a human angel, and myself, a Hellhound possessing a soul...Do all angels have barriers like yours?"

"No. Just me." Passion lapsed into grimly determined resignation once more. He hesitated. It wasn't in his nature to volunteer information, at least in part because it risked talking too much. But Valdis hadn't seemed to hold much back.

So after a moment he added, "I made a binding vow to someone. For someone."

It was not much of an explanation, really; but Kratos was conscious of words crowding his mouth, and so he fell silent instead. He did not intend to air all his past to the damp street.

Maybe she would guess to whom. She'd already heard his voice, after all.

Just one more way they were alike. Unique, even among their own kind, if either of them had a kind anymore. Valdis understood secrecy, though her darkest secret had been inadvertently revealed when she'd tried to kill him. Besides, she'd been in Keeliai long enough that she knew it was relatively safe here.

"A binding vow?"

Her tone went flat and she watched him through narrowed eyes. She didn't like that word, or what it implied and it was this vow that garnered her attention more so than the person he had made it for.

"Why?"

Not the focus Kratos thought she would take. He exhaled a little -- an explicit act, for him. "Because it was necessary, and because I trusted him."

Clearly some more explanation would be needed. He was silent for a moment, orienting himself; choosing what to say, what to not.

"Our world was dying," he said finally. "When we devised a way to save it, it involved being ... loaned ... the power of a spirit. My ... friend ..." She had only ever heard him refer to Mithos as a 'friend'. The friend who'd ordered him to kill his son. "... was the only one with the characteristics to be able to wield that power. But for the use we had planned, and the influence the spirit wielded over our world, the spirit had to be sealed away while my -- friend -- used his strength."

The rest should be clear from context. He fell silent again, watching her unblinking.

"So you and your friend played god," came her bitter reply, "And this friend of yours used you to gain unbelievable power."

Probably the same friend who later ordered him to kill his son. How foolish had they been to contain a spirit like that? Absolute power corrupted absolutely. Or so the saying went.

"You must have had a lot of faith in this friend if he managed to convince you of his cause."

"The cause was to save the world." That came a little sharp. "And we didn't seal the spirit without his consent. He offered his sword freely." Yes, that sword. They'd had the idea, but Origin had been the one to willingly give them the tools, and ask his children to lend them aid.

Kratos exhaled again, and looked up so the drizzle could strike his face, eyes slitted against the water. "He was my student. He was a half-elf. They were a hated race, back then, for no reason other than their blood." As opposed to Raine's era, where many were hated for genuine crimes. "He just wanted to help his people. But he couldn't help them without first ensuring they had a world to live on -- a world my people had brought to the brink of destruction."

Yes, Kratos had had faith in him.

Valdis took issue with anyone deciding that they had a right to mess with greater power. Amos had sought power. So had Fenrir. Power over life and death, over judgement, over Heaven, Hell and Earth. The reason may have been sound at one point in the story, but somewhere it had gone wrong. She suspected the same had occurred in Kratos' world.

"Was your faith well placed in the end?"

It was a simple enough question, asked without any hint of judgement.

"No." It was soft, and it hurt even to say aloud. He couldn't help but add: "Not wholly due to his actions. But no. It wasn't."

There were things that happened to Mithos which had condemned him as much as his own actions. Mithos in so many ways hadn't had a chance; not like Lloyd, raised lovingly, in an era with no global war, as a human surrounded by other humans. Even now, Kratos couldn't help but qualify his condemnation of Mithos with sympathy.

He hadn't ever really had a chance ...

The rain on Kratos's face almost felt like tears. It was the nearest he could get, these days, with the heartache in him which didn't fade unless he denied all his emotions completely.

As she thought, but it didn't exactly instill a sense of accomplishment to be correct in this case. The man had once cared very deeply about his student, and it seemed that some of those feelings remained...enough for her to feel sympathy when she didn't want to.

"It isn't your fault."

Perhaps he should have realized that something was shifting within his student, but she still didn't know the whole story and she knew how caring about people made you blind to their flaws.

"He was my student." The only human Mithos had ever trusted. Of course it was Kratos's fault. He'd been responsible for Mithos when Martel couldn't be. There were so many times he could have done something else, and hadn't. He'd grown too used to doing nothing at all.

Kratos lowered his chin to look at her more clearly again, his face blank. "So then. What now?"

It was plain by now that she'd never actually trusted him. He didn't expect that to hurt, if he could call it hurt. It was more like a blow he should have expected and suffered anyway, because he'd dared to hope, because Raine had encouraged him to hope. He was used to blows like that.

She inclined her head. It was true that as his teacher, he had more sway than someone else, more knowledge. Kratos probably could have guided his friend down a different path, but he hadn't. Perhaps he hadn't seen another way. But none of that mattered in Keeliai.

Valdis tipped her head, arms crossing as she focused on him instead of the miserable weather. "We keep going."

He wasn't her enemy, but trust didn't come easily and the trust he had, had only been gained through necessity. Complicated didn't even begin to describe her relationships with people.

"That's what I've always done." It was something Kratos was a little too good at doing. It was something Raine had been trying to get him to stop. He tipped his head at her, still regarding. "What about you?"

It was a response that didn't tell him anything about what she thought about him, or what she intended, or whether she was even going to try to trust -- or continue to use him as a tool. It wasn't a response at all, really. Just vagueness, and diversion.

Kratos was quite accomplished at recognising diversion.

"What about me?"

The rain got heavier, and she was soaked enough that anyone normal would probably catch cold. Luckily, she was far from normal. But that didn't mean she had any idea what Kratos meant.

"What now," said Kratos, "with you and I. Do I expect that you would only see me as someone to be used?" His voice was neutral, but the choice of words deliberate, to hark back to her own regarding Mithos. "Do I see you as a potential ally to be trusted? Should I expect that I approach you only warily?"

Should he expect to have to kill her?

"Oh please," Valdis rolled her eyes, hands moving to her hips, "I apologized for that, if I intended to do it again, I wouldn't have bothered."

Besides, she doubted it would be so easy to manipulate him again. For someone as old as he was, it certainly had been easy the first time. Perhaps his willingness to trust was what had blinded him to his student's flaws.

"And I can't answer those questions for you, old man. That's for you to decide. But I can say I won't be attacking you out of turn, if that's what you are concerned about."

Edited (words) 2017-07-07 02:59 (UTC)

"That's not been my experience." Not necessarily with her, but just because someone is sorry about having manipulated and murdered didn't mean they wouldn't do it again. Yuan had been sorry. He'd tried to pretend he wasn't, but he had been. More than Kratos had known, it seemed.

"I'm sure you didn't mean to attack me out of turn last time, either," he observed. "And the Void? What of it?"

It hadn't seemed very pleased with the fact it couldn't penetrate Origin's seal.

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