“Of course I’m not obligated,” His response is smooth and tone hardly even changing, “I chose to do this for the two of you.” Another pause but he knows she would press him more for the full answer. She was always like that when she had been bounded to the Seal and this would have come up one way or another. Yet he wasn’t against ever speaking the same answer no matter how many times it changed. Only the wording but the meaning remained the same towards both of them and the responses from the Crimson and Cerulean would always be different.
One of his thumbs run across his left cheek as if in thought once more, another sly smile forming. “It is also because I know what it means to be alone for who knows how long. I promised the both of you to watch after each of you when one of you are up here. So you two would never lose what it meant to be human. To forget how it was to be yourself.” Here in the Seal, no masks were worn. It was just them, by themselves, with the vast emptiness that this dimension held. The common visitors would be His Majesty and at once a month during the same time of year, the Darkness itself.
A moments of peaceful silence for it to sink in but then he nods as he observes how eager she seems to be. Stories were his ‘gift’ to her whenever those visits started, each different with different endings. Some were still on hold because he chose to continue going there, while some would never have stopped.
“It’s a world that holds an organization named Vince. They hold these individuals that are not human, but are not anything related to demon. They are like family, close and cherish another while they help out worlds to protect their own.” Abel remembers when he met them once in order to check up on one of his fragments and often was disgusted by how much they…” Yet they refuse to accept the truth. The truth they wish to turn a blind eye to, and yet the place holds an individual who is the truth. They cherish this person and never want to see them go, and one is in love with the truth but won’t ever admit it.”
“Yet they wish to deny the truth as much as they can for a Paradise.”
He’s a rather blunt guy. Quite abrupt with his words, and yet there’s something graceful about the way he speaks, about the level of certainty he carries himself with.
The feeling before becoming the Great Seal isn’t lost to her. Whenever she closed her eyes and recalled raising a finger high above her head, crimson eyes fixated on the massive adversary in the sky, she would remember the resolve that filled her heart on that fateful day, the desire to protect her friends, and the fulfillment of self-sacrifice. At the time, she had been so certain of what she wanted to do. You couldn’t see hesitation in her eyes.
Resolve, compassion, trust, love--these haven’t disappeared in her heart yet, but when fate forces you to forget (and when Abel isn’t by your side) these things tend to become a little hazy.
“Does that mean... that it’s okay for me to think of us as friends? Or something closer?” A foolish question. Even without him saying it, she can sense the trust, the respect he feels for the two of them. Love is still a blur; he’s quite difficult to read, but as for herself she doesn’t have to think too hard to know what it is she thinks of him.
Abel is very, very precious.
It’s more than likely that her partner will agree with her as well. Abel did say he did it for the two of them.
Minako listens to the story with her undivided attention. No nodding, no reactions, just staying completely still. But you can tell she is focused by looking at her eyes. They are unwavering and always meeting Abel’s gaze. “By the ‘truth,’ you mean that they are not human, right? But then, you’re speaking as if Truth is an actual person.”
The last sentence is intriguing.
“What kind of paradise is it?”
