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[judicatus]

I might ask if ever you'll cease such foolish attempts as this, but already I suspect the answer will be one I won't like to hear.

May your efforts be for naught. I've no intent of allowing myself to be caught in your weave, games though they may be, once again.

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[sylvan]

Being a kept pet that is trapped is better than being a dead one, don't you think?

[judicatus]

The bounds of oblivion seem a kinder prison than that which my so-called master would happily use to keep me.

[sylvan]

Is it truly so bad? Maybe if you were to take a different attitude with them you might come to a compromise? Even if it's a prison, there's always a chance of escape.

[judicatus]

Long have I walked this path, long enough to know that any hope for escape is futile. Even if my escape should come to pass, it matters not, for all ways in which my fate could possibly unfold lead only to the same end: leaving me as a plaything, a hound to be used at my master's beck and call.

[ way to be even more of a debbie downer than originally anticipated gabranth, womp womp. ]

[sylvan]

Have you ever considered that you make it what it is? With an attitude like that, you're bound to only get the short end. If you have to fight for what you want, then do it. Being resigned to your fate is... it's so silly! Being alive means infinite possibilities -- for freedom, for happiness, for whatever it is you want. [ She feels like all of this is so obvious and it shows. Why does she even have to say any of this? ] Right now, your choices may be limited but you can't simply lay down and let it be as it is! I'm sure it would make someone very unhappy.

[ Kain Part II: Electric Boogaloo. I hear seventeen years on a mountain does wonders! ]

Honestly, what is it with the guys in scary helmets that are so content to wallow in their supposedly fated misery? Always accepting only one outcome?

[judicatus]

[He might be ready to prepare another depressing longwinded retort, but that last bit at the end makes him falter.]

I beg your pardon?

[Too bad this isn't one of his Dissidia selves or else he might actually know who that is.]

[sylvan]

[ Been there, done that, will gladly fire back and respond to those circling retorts forever. Possibly even while breaking down your defenses and chipping away (just slightly) at that armor. ]

All of the men with their intimidating armor and harsh, scary helmets! You're all the same, aren't you? [ Then Cecil takes his off and he's a princess? She's half-expecting long, braided hair and sparkles if he takes that thing off. ] You wallow in whatever, never thinking of those that care for you and want the best for you!

That's fine. If you really have no one that would mourn you, I'll do it.

[judicatus]

[No sparkles here, unfortunately. Bit of a shortage of that in Ivalice.

Still, he's left at something of a loss.]

I fail to recall ever asking for the pity of a stranger. [Because that's what mourning means in his book, obviously.]

[unkindly]

Good luck with that. Hard to avoid the "weave" once they set their minds on things.

[judicatus]

[He sighs, and the sound of it rattles in his helm.]

So I have long ago learned.

[unkindly]

Yeah, we all learn that eventually, I think.

[judicatus]

[Hmm.]

And how have you come to live with that?

[unkindly]

I don't like it. Never did. It's not easy.

[judicatus]

[Tell him something he doesn't know.]

Would that will alone were enough to break such binds... [But he knows better than that by now.]

[unkindly]

There are too many that will can't break.

[He's had more than enough experience with that.]

[leveilleur]

[ A frown reaches the boy's face once he sees this man. This fellow reminds him a little bit too much like the Imperial Legatus, Gaius von Baeslar. It's the armor and the muffled voice that brings such a scowl to Alphinaud's face. ]

And yet you've already been caught.

[judicatus]

Caught, perhaps. But I'll not allow myself to be used so easily.

[leveilleur]

Is that so?

[ He's all but beckoning this man to continue. ]

How shall you sever your chains when they're invisible? I am most curious to know.

[ There's a slight hint of sarcasm in his tone. Just a small bit. ]

[judicatus]

[Hmmph.]

Your words give me little cause to believe that your curiosity is genuine.

[fonronsenburg]

And yet here we are, caught in some game they weave. We've no chance at escaping it.

yells

[judicatus]

[As if Gabranth needed yet another reason to be on edge.]

I should think you more capable of flight than that, Basch. Or have you given up at last?

[fonronsenburg]

[Someone needs a chill pill.]

There are some fates even we cannot escape, brother.

[judicatus]

[That's just what a pre-Pharos canon point does to a man.]

'Tis only fitting, then, that our paths should cross once more, for I cannot conceive of any fate that does not end with your life at my blade.

[childemperor]

I would like to believe that we have a say in what is done and of course - to where we're taken.

It seems only fair does it not?

[judicatus]

My lord. [He's ever one for propriety.]

Indeed it does. But rarely does such belief impact the truth.