Mission 5: Renewed memories and rusted bonds.

[hellspawnedhero]

*Dante is strangely absent from this video, but Coronamon appears to be sitting on the floor next to a bed. His tail is curled onto his lap and he seems to have been crying. In fact, he still hasn't gotten his sobs fully under control by the time he starts recording.*

Since...since a lot of you know Dante and are friends with him... *Sniff.* I should probably tell you. He's- *Gulp.* He's de- *Choke.* he's gone. It was...I think it was an accident, but... *Sniffle.* Humans don't turn into eggs, do they?

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[innermonologues]

Sometimes... no matter how much you want to, it's just not possible to protect them.

[hellspawnedhero]

But I knew they were going to fight...I could have tried to stop them...

[innermonologues]

There's no way you could have stopped the fight. Once a fight begins it's like you get warped into a world all alone with that person. No one else is around nothing else is there. It's just you and that person and you fight. You fight with your all no matter what.

[hellspawnedhero]

But...why? They didn't even tell me why they were fighting, just that I would understand if I had a brother...

[hellboundslayer]

[ did'ya think Vergil had disappeared. ]

It was negligence.

[ because he should have remembered. ]

[innermonologues]

Sometimes they don't need a reason to fight. It just happens. An outlet.

[ he tenses up when he hears another voice and turns his head toward it. ]

On whos part though.

[hellspawnedhero]

Then why real weapons? If you were just playing, why didn't you use fake ones?

[hellboundslayer]

[ he considers both questions. one he supposed deserves an answer. the other? what business is it of theirs why they'd opt for true weapons instead of fake ones? ]

Naturally the fault would lie with me, wouldn't it? I am the one that still remains.

[ when he puts it like that, he's not EXACTLY admitting that yes it is and yes, he does feel bad about it. ]

[innermonologues]

Barehands, weapons. It's all the same. The intensity flies and a spar can turn into an all out brawl. [ he pauses for a moment and frowns. ]

But he was warned and he realized himself that he was not the same as before.

[ He shifts Coronamon closer ]

[hellspawnedhero]

But he got stabbed...if they'd been using fake weapons, he'd still be...

[hellboundslayer]

If we were not weakened, nothing would have come from it at all.

[innermonologues]

Your frustrations and anger, don't take them out on him.

[hellspawnedhero]

You knew he'd lost his powers. You could have been more careful.

*His tail, dangling out of Squall's arms, flicks sharply.*

[hellboundslayer]

[ a brow raises, but he isn't rising to the bait. not from Squall and definitely not from the little cat. ]

To not give your all in battle is an insult to both.

[ and that's all he has to say on that. now he might slink away once more. 8T ]

[innermonologues]

[ Squall holds Coronamon firmly in his arms so he can't escape. ]

Unfortunately he has a point.

[hellspawnedhero]

Why can't you give your all with weapons that can't kill?

[hellboundslayer]

[ Vergil pauses, frowning. ]

We are what we are. Simply because we are without our demonic powers does not take its influence from our souls. The tenacity of battle and pleasure derived from our blades clashing against one another will not be satisfied with mere props.

[innermonologues]

[ Squall frowns and nods his head. ]

Brothers and rivals it's all the same. Feeling the clashing of the blades and the feeling of every blow being hit. Nothing could ever match that feeling.

[hellspawnedhero]

But...you know you could get killed.

[hellboundslayer]

At least one has a decent head on their shoulders.

[ at least Squall can understand the feelings of warriors. that's better than nothing. ]

Despite what you may think, we would not.

[innermonologues]

Kill or be killed. That's the life many soldiers live, but rivals share a different kind of bond.

[hellspawnedhero]

But he did get killed.

[bewarethefaeries]

[All Laguna had seen on his D-T as he finally managed his way into the town as the sight of something that looked vaguely like a Moomba saying that someone was dead...and the fact that he looked so distraught was all the reason Laguna had to rush for the place it had described. It took a little to find the place, but Laguna rushed into the door and to his surprise actually saw Squall having a conversation with the Moomba and some other man...well this was interesting]

Squall? What happened here?

[innermonologues]

[ How did Laguna actually manage to find himself here? Squall would be impressed if he wasn't so annoyed right now. ]

Do you seriously go running off into every "adventure" you see?

[bewarethefaeries]

[Laguna paused in his tracks and sighed...he hadn't run here because he thought there was an adventure; he came here because a Moomba said there was trouble]

I don't really think this counts as an adventure, from what I heard someone was...well...

[He stopped mid-sentence as he caught sight of Coronamon still looking visibly upset; he could feel his heart melting at the sight. With another short sigh, he walked over and knelt in front of the Moomba-esque creature, doing his best to look friendly]

Hey there little guy, you holdin up okay?