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Re: Where now, Prince? (Grave)
Handing Roy over, Valencia seemed genuinely concerned about Roy's well-being. It was no surprise either, they were partners for so long, and now Roy has taken on a whole new existence. With a sad expression, she turned her head away once Roy was in Grave's arms. She was light weight, and felt very fragile. Even Envy, who's smaller than Roy, didn't feel so weak in his hands. If he squeezed, Cynder felt sure that he could crush Roy's life into fine powder. Worse yet, Roy felt ready to float away on her own.
Carried into the tent, Roy asked to be laid out on the sleeping bag prepared inside. Laying flat, Roy's eyes looked up, through her glasses, at the roof of the tent. "Grave... As I said back then... I'm a demon now..." Roy announced, straining as she tried to hold back the urge to cough. "I will become exactly like Envy... I will become a parasite to this world..." Roy took a moment to breathe, concentrating not on surviving, but on refusing the succubus magic eating him from within. "The note I was holding in my hand was something I already knew... But dreaded all the same..." Roy closed her eyes. "If I touch Valencia, and use her to sustain myself... I will turn her into a demon as well... This means... That my existence... Right now, is solely dependent on you..." Roy took a deep breath, before turning her head, and looking at Cynder.
"I don't want to live like this... Grave... I don't want to become like this..." Roy confessed, shaking her head, before reaching out, and putting a piece of paper in Cynder's hand.
"Please, I want you to kill me... And give this note to Valencia after you do..."
"I've had a good life with her... But all I am now is an empty existence... Envy is the same..."
"You have a right to want to protect your sister's life... But no reason to sustain mine... Please, spare everyone of my parasitic life..." Roy pleaded, tears streaming down her face as she looked ready to accept her fate.
Handing Roy over, Valencia seemed genuinely concerned about Roy's well-being. It was no surprise either, they were partners for so long, and now Roy has taken on a whole new existence. With a sad expression, she turned her head away once Roy was in Grave's arms. She was light weight, and felt very fragile. Even Envy, who's smaller than Roy, didn't feel so weak in his hands. If he squeezed, Cynder felt sure that he could crush Roy's life into fine powder. Worse yet, Roy felt ready to float away on her own.
Carried into the tent, Roy asked to be laid out on the sleeping bag prepared inside. Laying flat, Roy's eyes looked up, through her glasses, at the roof of the tent. "Grave... As I said back then... I'm a demon now..." Roy announced, straining as she tried to hold back the urge to cough. "I will become exactly like Envy... I will become a parasite to this world..." Roy took a moment to breathe, concentrating not on surviving, but on refusing the succubus magic eating him from within. "The note I was holding in my hand was something I already knew... But dreaded all the same..." Roy closed her eyes. "If I touch Valencia, and use her to sustain myself... I will turn her into a demon as well... This means... That my existence... Right now, is solely dependent on you..." Roy took a deep breath, before turning her head, and looking at Cynder.
"I don't want to live like this... Grave... I don't want to become like this..." Roy confessed, shaking her head, before reaching out, and putting a piece of paper in Cynder's hand.
"Please, I want you to kill me... And give this note to Valencia after you do..."
"I've had a good life with her... But all I am now is an empty existence... Envy is the same..."
"You have a right to want to protect your sister's life... But no reason to sustain mine... Please, spare everyone of my parasitic life..." Roy pleaded, tears streaming down her face as she looked ready to accept her fate.