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3rd moon [written/action]

[The message in the journal is short, sweet, and to the point.]

I have breasts, and I have birds. May I please receive an explanation for this?

[Whether or not he receives one, Cecil will soon leave the house to visit the weapon shop. Then, spear in hand, ravens at his side, he'll patrol the village looking for either people he knows or terribly bloody battles. He's not very picky about it.]

[[ooc: Cecil is now a valkyrie! ...A relatively modern valkyrie, in fact. considering some of his powers. Comments will come from lunarvalkyrie .]]

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No one should have to lose so much.

Do be careful, when you do so. I have no doubt they fight back; many would be sad, if something were to happen to you.

[...He's just ignoring the "dying three times" issue.]

No need to be concerned about me, Cecil. I've endured far worse and emerged victorious.

Just because you have does not mean you will keep on doing so, if you act carelessly.

...But I'm never careless.

[Cecil is ever so slightly disbelieving.]

Impulsively, then.

[...Yes. Yes, he can tell there is much disbelief.]

You should have more faith in my abilities. I've given you no reason to doubt me yet.

Edited 2011-04-03 05:13 (UTC)

I have nothing but faith in your abilities.

[Which is perfectly true.]

I merely also have nothing but faith in your desire to repay the Malnosso for their cruelty, if the slightest hint of a chance presents itself.

That's right. I'll have my revenge upon them for everything they've ever done to us. I'll tear them apart. They'll regret ever taking me once I'm done with them...

They might be expecting that, and planning for it. Do please remember to bring the rest of us along.

You think I wouldn't?

[Well... possibly.]

Not if waiting for us meant risking to lose your chance to fight them.

[And he can't argue that. Because he'd never want to hold back with one of his goals right there in front of him.]

...Then I would have to make sure there was enough left of them for the rest of you to fight, wouldn't I? I can hold my own against them. I'm sure of it.

[Oh, Kain. Always doing his thing.]

Pray your assessment is right. Otherwise, Rydia and I will be quite cross with you.

I'm never going to die again if that's what you're concerned about.

I certainly hope so. Even knowing that people comes back from death here, seeing you die would be...

[He refuses to finish that sentence.]

...Don't worry. I'm more than strong enough to overcome even death itself by now.

[And he refuses to be anything but confident.]

For all we know, there might be a way to stop those endless resurrections of ours. Do not grow overconfident.

[He's never admitted it, but that very fear went through his head every time he died. And was the reason he couldn't handle losing Rydia.]

I won't, I promise... but... confidence is still needed on the battlefield.

That it is, in moderation. Finding the right balance works best, expecially in such harsh circumstances.

I'll find the balance that lets me destroy them.

...You do know they'll also return after some time, do you not?

Unfortunately. [It's still satisfying to stab them ruthlessly, though.] But there must eventually be an end to their ability to revive, as you've said. Someday we'll end them.

That might involve the end of our own ability to revive. That's a great risk to take.

[Especially with his bad luck here.]

I know that. But we must be rid of the enemy somehow...

From what I heard, they were here first. We might end up all returning home before we can defeat anyone.

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