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Diplomacy and Events / Re: A War within a war (Borland Spat -Open RP)
« Last post by Beatrice on April 15, 2024, 10:14:10 PM »Lucinda would chuckle at the emotionless response, clearly her message was interdicted in transit. She thought for a moment, she could end it here or continue it and, while the Lucinda of years before would wisely see to end it, she decided to respond.
"I don't know who you are, but you're not Beatrice," Lucinda started, considering her next words, "and maybe my own Beatrice is not even my Beatrice anymore; I saw them there, her, and Alex, celebrating the death of Kyle and I felt a sickness in my heart, and it was directed towards them, as death is never something to be celebrated. I destroyed the TV they had been so joyfully cheering at moments prior with a swift punch to the screen. I'll only say that I feel as though I saw the real Kyle, and I can say without reservation that he was a caring soul, someone whose soul would weigh less than a single strand of hair torn from Sehkma's head, in respect to your own faith I can only believe he's in a better place and I'll hope that is fact. I'll mourn his loss as I have those of my countrywomen and men, and will carry his memory into the future with me and, perhaps, there's truly nothing to fix, maybe he actually fixed me in the end of our story together. Perhaps he healed me and for that, I'll truly live and each day that follows and I will thank him for that gift. I don't care if this ever reaches Beatrice anymore, do what you will with my message, I was but one officer of the premier intelligence agency of Rokkenjima at the time; I held no influence over official policy, but I had my orders to follow, one guiding objective: to save Asuna."
"And he saved her," her message paused, "and I'll always respect Kyle for protecting those most precious to me, and I'll mourn him as I would a fallen comrade just as I will celebrate just how he unlocked my heart to feel, and to embrace feeling, well, feelings. I didn't know who to reach out to so I sought out Beatrice but, whoever you are, relay to her that I will cherish memories of our dinner, the charming face of Baxter, and the dedication of Kyle to protect his people first, not his own life, when we came under attack during that dinner, for the rest of my life. Damn your ascription to my feelings, they're worthless compared to the memories I share with Kyle and I'll be damned if you seek to belittle them with your emotionless response. That's all, it's all I have the heart to say, bye."
She then tossed the burner phone into the fire and giggled as the lithium-ion battery exploded, a scene she'd seen play out so many times before. As she did she looked to the stars, fixating on a cluster of stars that she did not recognize, yet recognizing their beauty. "I'll call this constellation Kyle, shine on you crazy diamond," she finished with a smile.
"I don't know who you are, but you're not Beatrice," Lucinda started, considering her next words, "and maybe my own Beatrice is not even my Beatrice anymore; I saw them there, her, and Alex, celebrating the death of Kyle and I felt a sickness in my heart, and it was directed towards them, as death is never something to be celebrated. I destroyed the TV they had been so joyfully cheering at moments prior with a swift punch to the screen. I'll only say that I feel as though I saw the real Kyle, and I can say without reservation that he was a caring soul, someone whose soul would weigh less than a single strand of hair torn from Sehkma's head, in respect to your own faith I can only believe he's in a better place and I'll hope that is fact. I'll mourn his loss as I have those of my countrywomen and men, and will carry his memory into the future with me and, perhaps, there's truly nothing to fix, maybe he actually fixed me in the end of our story together. Perhaps he healed me and for that, I'll truly live and each day that follows and I will thank him for that gift. I don't care if this ever reaches Beatrice anymore, do what you will with my message, I was but one officer of the premier intelligence agency of Rokkenjima at the time; I held no influence over official policy, but I had my orders to follow, one guiding objective: to save Asuna."
"And he saved her," her message paused, "and I'll always respect Kyle for protecting those most precious to me, and I'll mourn him as I would a fallen comrade just as I will celebrate just how he unlocked my heart to feel, and to embrace feeling, well, feelings. I didn't know who to reach out to so I sought out Beatrice but, whoever you are, relay to her that I will cherish memories of our dinner, the charming face of Baxter, and the dedication of Kyle to protect his people first, not his own life, when we came under attack during that dinner, for the rest of my life. Damn your ascription to my feelings, they're worthless compared to the memories I share with Kyle and I'll be damned if you seek to belittle them with your emotionless response. That's all, it's all I have the heart to say, bye."
She then tossed the burner phone into the fire and giggled as the lithium-ion battery exploded, a scene she'd seen play out so many times before. As she did she looked to the stars, fixating on a cluster of stars that she did not recognize, yet recognizing their beauty. "I'll call this constellation Kyle, shine on you crazy diamond," she finished with a smile.