[ It hadn't been so long ago, for Argalia, that they had spoken in some relative amount of peace. This one is tentative at best, just like then, and while he's less than pleased at Roland's continued denial of Angelica (the puppet so faithfully crafted could never hope to mimic the same loving hands, the same cheering grin, the arms that would wrap around him when they were young, no, but flesh didn't matter, her spirit was still there, her spirit had touched his cheeks and tousled his hair, had rested in the clouds above and watched over him as he tread an unfamiliar path in a new, unknown world that had dulled somewhat)... what he desires, what they both desire, is not in this city.
It's in the other.
"Do you think you're the only one suffering?" The plants chide, the City as a whole suffers -- what makes Roland so special. Argalia can feel what they might follow up with before they even dare to take a breath and speaks before they can, covering the thoughts with his differing spoken ones. ]
Then what's so wrong with what my Reverberation Ensemble desires, Roland? If the City is at fault, then wouldn't it be best to overturn it all? To set everyone free, to start anew -- to feel right in our skins, to do what we'd like, to live unafraid and unbound by the very things the City runs on?
[ It sounds like he's trying to persuade Roland, but it truly doesn't matter if the other agrees or stands in his way still. He tolerated him at the start, when Angelica would speak every now and then to test the waters about a Grade 1 Fixer she'd met. Angelica had been free to do what she'd like as a Color, just as he was, and while he had placed the meaning of his life in hers she hadn't done the same. All Argalia had needed to be happy was the well-being of his sister, but Angelica had always wanted more. Unhappily, he allowed Angelica to fall for the stupid man before him.
And how had that turned out? "I should have ended your life before you ended hers," a walking contradiction in claiming he'd let go of every feeling he had, could see the world beautifully once more. Even monochrome can be beautiful. ]
It won't bring her back in your mind. Can't say I see you letting that particular bit go, stubborn mule. [ Honestly, if he had one less thing in his way to getting that Light... ] But you'd finally understand what I did, sitting in front of that piano.
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It's in the other.
"Do you think you're the only one suffering?" The plants chide, the City as a whole suffers -- what makes Roland so special. Argalia can feel what they might follow up with before they even dare to take a breath and speaks before they can, covering the thoughts with his differing spoken ones. ]
Then what's so wrong with what my Reverberation Ensemble desires, Roland? If the City is at fault, then wouldn't it be best to overturn it all? To set everyone free, to start anew -- to feel right in our skins, to do what we'd like, to live unafraid and unbound by the very things the City runs on?
[ It sounds like he's trying to persuade Roland, but it truly doesn't matter if the other agrees or stands in his way still. He tolerated him at the start, when Angelica would speak every now and then to test the waters about a Grade 1 Fixer she'd met. Angelica had been free to do what she'd like as a Color, just as he was, and while he had placed the meaning of his life in hers she hadn't done the same. All Argalia had needed to be happy was the well-being of his sister, but Angelica had always wanted more. Unhappily, he allowed Angelica to fall for the stupid man before him.
And how had that turned out? "I should have ended your life before you ended hers," a walking contradiction in claiming he'd let go of every feeling he had, could see the world beautifully once more. Even monochrome can be beautiful. ]
It won't bring her back in your mind. Can't say I see you letting that particular bit go, stubborn mule. [ Honestly, if he had one less thing in his way to getting that Light... ] But you'd finally understand what I did, sitting in front of that piano.