That's good...! I can't imagine how hard that must have been for you.
[Oh... what's this? The pigs are back, and they bring a mem with them:]
MEMORY: ASSASSINS
It was supposed to be a secret meeting, until it was interrupted by assassins. You flee to the courtyard alongside your cousin, a thin and handsome young man, and your father, a man very much the opposite in stature.
BOOM!
An explosion from the guesthouse you just fled from splinters the door and two silhouettes appear in the destroyed doorway. Four silver daggers shoot from their direction and tear through the air toward your father.
"Look out!" someone yells.
In that moment, you deftly swipe your cape. There's a flash of white light before three of the daggers go clattering to the ground. Your father catches the fourth with his bare hand, then drops it without ceremony.
"HOLY CRAP!" the assassins yell in unison.
"Fools!" you roar, pointing an angry finger at the assassins. "You have turned your backs against heavenly truth by sullying your hands with evil! Watch your instruments of destruction break before my Justice!"
There you stand, fiery and defiant, and about 140 percent more dramatic than is necessary. And in a moment of epic glory, you actually begin rising into the air.
... Or not. In reality, your father has grabbed you by the back of your cape and lifted you up like a kitten.
"Stand aside, Amelia," he booms. "This is no place for a little girl." Then he tosses you aside. You land gracefully, not once faltering in your fearless dignity.
One of the assassins takes this opportunity to charge at your father, who squares his shoulders and prepares to lock horns.
"Foooools!" he roars imperiously and swings his tightly clenched fist at the assassin.
POW!
The assassin practically bounces off his fist and goes flying into a wall, hitting it with an audible crunch and then sliding down to the floor in a heap.
"I know not why you support this conspiracy!" he booms, stepping towards his attacker. He then launches into a long, solemn speech... to a guy who appears to be dead, judging by the severe angle at which his neck is bent. "Have you no family!?" he demands of the corpse. "Open your eyes!"
He does not open his eyes.
"Morally abasing yourselves in this manner brings your family nothing but grief and shame! I care not for unnecessary violence." He points to the other assassins. "If you look into your own hearts and reflect, and leave this place at once, I shall hold no grudge against you!"
The other assassins run over to check on their dead partner. One feels for a pulse; the others mumble among themselves, and all of them glance at your father.
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[Like even without knowing the currency. It sounds like an unfathomably huge number?]
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[ He sighs. ]
Fortunately, my bounty didn't stick around for too long.
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[Oh... what's this? The pigs are back, and they bring a mem with them:]
BOOM!
An explosion from the guesthouse you just fled from splinters the door and two silhouettes appear in the destroyed doorway. Four silver daggers shoot from their direction and tear through the air toward your father.
"Look out!" someone yells.
In that moment, you deftly swipe your cape. There's a flash of white light before three of the daggers go clattering to the ground. Your father catches the fourth with his bare hand, then drops it without ceremony.
"HOLY CRAP!" the assassins yell in unison.
"Fools!" you roar, pointing an angry finger at the assassins. "You have turned your backs against heavenly truth by sullying your hands with evil! Watch your instruments of destruction break before my Justice!"
There you stand, fiery and defiant, and about 140 percent more dramatic than is necessary. And in a moment of epic glory, you actually begin rising into the air.
... Or not. In reality, your father has grabbed you by the back of your cape and lifted you up like a kitten.
"Stand aside, Amelia," he booms. "This is no place for a little girl." Then he tosses you aside. You land gracefully, not once faltering in your fearless dignity.
One of the assassins takes this opportunity to charge at your father, who squares his shoulders and prepares to lock horns.
"Foooools!" he roars imperiously and swings his tightly clenched fist at the assassin.
POW!
The assassin practically bounces off his fist and goes flying into a wall, hitting it with an audible crunch and then sliding down to the floor in a heap.
"I know not why you support this conspiracy!" he booms, stepping towards his attacker. He then launches into a long, solemn speech... to a guy who appears to be dead, judging by the severe angle at which his neck is bent. "Have you no family!?" he demands of the corpse. "Open your eyes!"
He does not open his eyes.
"Morally abasing yourselves in this manner brings your family nothing but grief and shame! I care not for unnecessary violence." He points to the other assassins. "If you look into your own hearts and reflect, and leave this place at once, I shall hold no grudge against you!"
The other assassins run over to check on their dead partner. One feels for a pulse; the others mumble among themselves, and all of them glance at your father.
They run.
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I would say that was really cool, but...
[ that dude is dead! And Vash understands sometimes death happens, BUT THAT DUDE IS DEAD. ]
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[no that dude is definitely dead.]
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... Did you all give the body a burial?
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[how to say this.]
Actually, the weirdest thing happened...
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He exploded.
The shame must have been too great for him...
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How's his family? If he had any?
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I just wished this could have ended without death.
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[She smiles. There's warmth in it, but a little bit of sadness too.]
Um... actually, that reminds me... I was wondering if I could talk to you about something.
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Sure. Shoot.
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So... how do you deal with it? With everything going on here?
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[ Closing his eyes, he sighs. ]
It's hard to accept being so helpless.
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So I've been trying to think about how to get through all of this, without... you know, becoming the kind of person that I don't ever want to be.
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... I think what we have to remember is that none of us asked for his. We're put into a situation where we are guided to act a certain way.
Not that we are without our choices and reasons, but...
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[ Persevere. ]
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[At this, there's a spark of hope in her eyes.]
We'll find one, for sure!
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