𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦

𝘉𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦

𝘏𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘴, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘶𝘴

𝘞𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦

I persist.

𝕃𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕞.

ℝ𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕟 𝕃𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤.

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕋𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝔽𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕕 𝔹𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

“ Thou should have care not to stroke my ego, brother. If I wouldst to answer fairly, sure. Mayhaps there may exist such a contender. ‘Tis possible, but an onerous endeavor ‘twould it be as I have no intention to make my defeat an easy one. They wouldst find themselves hard-pressed.”

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“A curious thought indeed. Thy convictions art strong, as thou hath proven well. ‘Twould take a truly mighty foe to trounce thee. Though humored I am at the thought, I confess I have my doubts that many or any can contend with thee. Thou’rt a remarkable sort.”

“Ah, thou’rt a flatterer? I thank thee, curious one.” She tilted her head. “I wouldst be a poor witch if I did not. Thou attempt to learn from me, I presume?”

“ Aye, that seemeth the way of things. I wish I hadst given him a steady hand. Had I but known what his intentions were. But I suppose we all have our grand ambitions. ‘Tis easy to be led astray in the pursuit of salvation. I myself am no saint, just a sinner all the same. “

“ ‘Blue Sleepy Lady?’ The first I have been regarded in such a ridiculous way, but I shall humor thee. “

She clasped her upper hands together as her lower arms rested on her lap. “ I am Ranni the Witch. Canst thou tell? I figured this flamboyant hat gave away at least that I am a witch…”

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“ My family teemeth with schemers and cheats all, myself amongst them. To think even ‘Kindly’ Miquella was tarnished in the end bringeth a great pain in my chest. I thought him immune to such ambitions but far too pure was his heart. Our family was bound to break him. “

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“ What is it? Thou looketh as if I am a ghoul? I am tightening the threads of this body. If the sight is that repulsive, I suggest thee to avert thy gaze. “

“There is naught for me there and a fool thou’rt to believeth so. She will not recognize me in this body. I have caused her enough grief. Mine presence wouldst not bring comfort, ‘tis would be torture. But I shall humor thy fantasy. Let us hope thou shalt not cometh to regret it.”

“Thou doth not requireth ‘ChatGPT.’ Simply ask the Two Fingers instead. They too will oft grant thee meaningless answers beneficial to absolutely no one.”

“Thou thinkst thyself a saint then? Baffled, I am indeed after thy impassioned babble. But I ask in kind: what comfort canst I offer my mother? A mire her mind becometh and try as I might, I canst offer little now. Her heart longeth only for a love now faded…Thou wouldst send me on a fool’s errand?”

“Thou cannot mend what is fundamentally flawed. Thy naïveté is boundless and ever the fool thou proveth to be with every breath. Thou wouldst see thyself controlled once more and for thee I mourn. But naught can be done. For now, I have lost. Spare me thy lectures and render my punishment.”

—And canst play the role of ‘good son’ after thy blunders in the war. Redeem thyself from thy own failure, overwriting it all in glorious homecoming——putting villains to thy sword to restoreth mother’s “sacred” order. In the simplicity of thy game, I know well the futility to shatter thy delusion.”

“ Thou canst see it as such, if thou wishest my cause diluted. A fitting narrative for thee. The accursed witch slain her brother to temper thy mother’s woes and wound her to such a sorry state. Thy poor mother committed the deed and thy evil sister seeketh to forsake and betray all. Easy villain. +

“Thou speak as if there was death before this. Thy mother cast it aside, imprisoned it. I merely would see it unfettered. I did not anticipate the seedlings it sprouted, though necessary my deed ‘twould be. My belief is fate not dictated by false idols or gods but by our own hands, for weal or woe.”

“I know naught what thy mother hath endured but I know plainly what she hath wrought. The seeds she hath sown have already quickened and I pity her, as I do thee. Thou wouldst rather shackle thyself to the will of the Two Fingers knowing they use us as puppets? A deluded, naïve fool, thou art…”

“And what of thee? Of our father? Thy mother? All of us art sinners, marred by our deeds. All of those slaughtered in the name of thy order. What of those? Yet thou wilt scorn me? ‘Tis true my deeds are reprehensible. I’ve no excuse. But thou’rt no better. So… what doth thee plan to do now? Gloat?”

“ Bear thy arms and try, but thou wilt not fell me in this battle. I shall leave these summertime festivities victorious! “

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“As long as thou holds onto thy broken order, it wilt be shattered once more. What thou clingeth so desperately is naught but lies. One day, thou shall see for thyself with eyes unclouded through the lies of thine parentage…. I only pray time does not betray thee and thou find the answer too late.”

“ ‘Tis only an extension of mine being, dearest half brother. But if thou wishest to trade words with me, thou hast my audience. But know, I may not have the answers thou seekest nor the response thou cravest…”