[ Ruthlessly a memory is thrown upon Yuri, all the same.
'A man treks onwards and onwards in a place he recognizes little. He does not recall his name. How could he?
There is little that he does remember.
But, it matters little. There is someone standing before this man. A woman with hair white as snow, in certain attire, staring with red eyes that bore a certain madness.
Then, pain.
She stabbed the man relentlessly, until crimson filled his sight and iron spilled from every point slashed inside of him, and exited his throat. Darkness slid over his sight, and his body ceased to respond. But, it only lasted for a moment.
When light returned, he was good as new, but the shock of death shakes through the man's entire being. The woman coldly asks, "Do you remember?"
He tries to respond, barely able to put together any words. It's impossible. She stabs right through him. His stomach, his chest, his hands, his legs. Thousand upon thousand of times.
Each time, his body regenerated, leaving behind phantom (pains) sensations that lingered, but could be recalled at a simple touch upon his body. He doesn't remember how many times; it feels as if it goes on for an eternity. His mind is blank, his will to live already having dissipated, but he doesn't remember when. Finally, when she tries to pierce him with the sword on one other occasion, he grabs it with his bare hands.
The woman asks coldly, "Do you remember now?"
The man's mind is empty. Mechanically, he feels himself meet those crimson eyes, which stare into his own, saying nothing. She then runs him through with the blade again.
The feeling of pain becomes a constant companion. He yearns for death. For that brief moment of peace from it all.
"Remember the feeling of death, and bring it to them."
He doesn't remember. How many more times it was. But, he sees that crimson in his vision again, sees the blade that killed him lying broken in half on the ground.
"Rise, and let me kill you once more."'
And then, just like that, the mutual memory share is over. Blade can only stare for a moment, wordlessly at her. ]
[ Imagine watching death memories back to back. Yuri stares at the space where the memory was, watching Blade get stabbed and dying so many times. She thought Blade wanting to die was mostly tied to his seemingly immortal life, so watching this changes a lot of things. People would normally not stay sane after a torture session like that—all those painful deaths...
The void spits them out back into the simulation room. ]
[ The rabbit hole seems to go even deeper; it isn't exactly something Blade feels that is the worst for anyone to know because witnessing such brutality seems as if an event most are used to by now.
But, if he had a choice in ensuring it wasn't shown...still, it's this question that makes him give pause. ]
Yes. However, I am used to it by now...
[ Living in pain, that is. What Jingliu did to him is something that can't be taken back. ]
It seems I had also witnessed that end — what you had described before. It's even more revolting witnessing it as if I were there. From Gregor's memories, I presume, due to you seeing it from his perspective previously.
[ Yuri would be exactly right on the money here (you know it's bad when the mun can't even like, softball things, haha.) ]
...For events such as these, it is far more easier to stomach hearing it, than to be a witness.
[ Blade thinks an Aeon should just wipe these bastards out, but the universal logistics of that is probably too much even for a being like that (to say less of the potential ramifications!) ]
Yuri, do you have any idea of what your future direction will be, after all of this?
[ Not just "survive" or "live", though both aren't bad and not unreasonable for her, he thinks. ]
[ Yuri smiles a little. She still wishes for Blade to be able to pick and choose how he would be able to die. Despite the pain, she hopes that he can go peacefully... whenever his time will come. ]
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2/2 cw: suicidal ideation, violence, torture, death
'A man treks onwards and onwards in a place he recognizes little. He does not recall his name. How could he?
There is little that he does remember.
But, it matters little. There is someone standing before this man. A woman with hair white as snow, in certain attire, staring with red eyes that bore a certain madness.
Then, pain.
She stabbed the man relentlessly, until crimson filled his sight and iron spilled from every point slashed inside of him, and exited his throat. Darkness slid over his sight, and his body ceased to respond. But, it only lasted for a moment.
When light returned, he was good as new, but the shock of death shakes through the man's entire being. The woman coldly asks, "Do you remember?"
He tries to respond, barely able to put together any words. It's impossible. She stabs right through him. His stomach, his chest, his hands, his legs. Thousand upon thousand of times.
Each time, his body regenerated, leaving behind phantom (pains) sensations that lingered, but could be recalled at a simple touch upon his body. He doesn't remember how many times; it feels as if it goes on for an eternity. His mind is blank, his will to live already having dissipated, but he doesn't remember when. Finally, when she tries to pierce him with the sword on one other occasion, he grabs it with his bare hands.
The woman asks coldly, "Do you remember now?"
The man's mind is empty. Mechanically, he feels himself meet those crimson eyes, which stare into his own, saying nothing. She then runs him through with the blade again.
The feeling of pain becomes a constant companion. He yearns for death. For that brief moment of peace from it all.
"Remember the feeling of death, and bring it to them."
He doesn't remember. How many more times it was. But, he sees that crimson in his vision again, sees the blade that killed him lying broken in half on the ground.
"Rise, and let me kill you once more."'
And then, just like that, the mutual memory share is over. Blade can only stare for a moment, wordlessly at her. ]
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The void spits them out back into the simulation room. ]
... Does it still hurt?
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But, if he had a choice in ensuring it wasn't shown...still, it's this question that makes him give pause. ]
Yes. However, I am used to it by now...
[ Living in pain, that is. What Jingliu did to him is something that can't be taken back. ]
It seems I had also witnessed that end — what you had described before. It's even more revolting witnessing it as if I were there. From Gregor's memories, I presume, due to you seeing it from his perspective previously.
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[ She lowers her hands, hooking her own fingers together. Yuri wonders if his pain is continuous, like chronic pain but worse and phantom. ]
It wasn't as much of a surprise since I heard about it before, but I truly... underestimated how bad it could get even after my death.
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...For events such as these, it is far more easier to stomach hearing it, than to be a witness.
[ Blade thinks an Aeon should just wipe these bastards out, but the universal logistics of that is probably too much even for a being like that (to say less of the potential ramifications!) ]
Yuri, do you have any idea of what your future direction will be, after all of this?
[ Not just "survive" or "live", though both aren't bad and not unreasonable for her, he thinks. ]
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[ Imagine Aeons just crashing into Limbus world. There would be so many Consequences. ]
But I will hopefully be able to live without wondering if I'll die at any time in the day.
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...I would prefer that to be the case.
[ Her living without worries about dying horribly is, perhaps, one of the best outcomes out of all this. ]
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Thank you, Blade.