001st Forged Devil: Like a Fallen Angel [Action, Voice]

[curseresistant]

[The journal picks up a glimpse of the sky as it falls to the cold dirt, followed by a skewed view of the forest. Things are quiet -- almost eerily so.]

[That's when, with a horribly heavy-sounding thud, a pale-skinned, white-winged, and white-haired man unceremoniously drops into view, faint wisps of breath barely visible from his mouth. Were it not for that, he would certainly appear to be dead.]

[The feed cuts off not too long after that, the journal closed by a strong gust of wind.]

[Much later in the afternoon, before the shops close for the evening, Hector busies himself with finding his belongings. He lingers in the smithy for a while, browsing armor and weaponry before moving along to the plaza.]

I am told that these 'journals' can send my voice to others. If there are others listening, I am Hector. I have only recently arrived here in... Luceti.

Would any of you know where I could acquire [...] raw materials? I would like to... work on something.

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[curseresistant]

[The lack of an outburst is a relief and a source of confusion. Where was his anger, his mockery of Hector's emotions? Was he not angry?]

[A knot, constricting and painful, forms in his throat. It takes him several seconds -- stretched out into painful eternity -- to speak again.]

That is why I am sorry; because I could have prevented it all, but I did not.

[Hector allows himself to look up again, meeting Isaac's eyes. That faint hint of a smile, the slight nod of Isaac's head, makes him thankful that he had gathered the will to speak.]

[relictusdeus]

[It’s a shame these gestures of his aren’t sincere.]

No. ‘twould seem you had quite enjoyed yourself for the three years you spent away, mingling with man.

[A tired bitterness flashes dully in his eyes, and undercurrent of accusation running like a thread through his words. You willed me from your mind. You had no intention of returning. I waited; I waited, and for what?] I was loath to disturb you.

[curseresistant]

[He should have known that the act was a facade. It's already too late when the first inkling of doubt runs through Hector's mind, and a faint scowl suddenly twists his lips when Isaac speaks.]

I'm sure you were. Is that not why you acted the way you did?

[He purposefully avoids bringing up the subject of Rosaly, knowing that, in their world, the red-head has already paid the ultimate price. No sense bringing up what has already been resolved.]

I do not think in the same manner as you, Isaac. Despite all that has been done, I could not bring myself to harm the innocent; I would have faltered in the end.

HECTOR YOU DRAMA QUEEN

[relictusdeus]

[The answer inspires more than a mere roll of his eyes. Isaac lets them fall shut - the line of his jaw sharpening - and he just takes a slow breath through his nose, absently sucking in his cheek as a petulant child might.]

No… You don’t.

[That they do not think alike is perhaps all they can agree on, for taking action against the humans hadn't been his point.]