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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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[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.

Possibly. But we can't predict when they'll send us away, or if they ever even will.

We could always try to make nuisances of ourselves, until they decide they'd rather not deal with us.

An idea I'm willing to support.

Should we annoy them with childish pranks, then?

...If you think it would be effective.

I doubt it, but we have to start somewhere.

Then we'll do all that we can.

...I'd almost started to doubt we'd ever get anywhere.

[But that's how it is when you spend enough time here. Cecil is still new enough not to have fallen into that way of thinking. Or at least he is now. Since he has no memories of all the time spent here.]

Perhaps that is how they intend to control us; by making us lose hope. I'll not give them that satisfaction, no matter what.

...Perhaps so. Although that hope means little if we cannot back it up with our actions.

We will find a way to back it up, I assure you.

If we can break from this cycle of experiments... I'm willing to do anything it might take.

Absolutely anything, no matter what?

[Because if anything includes sacrificing any of their group, there will be words.]

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