I would.
[ There's no hesitation in the admission, although he does pause and raise a hand, idly tapping his chin with a curled finger. Thinking. ]
There is no end to me unless it all goes. The lifestream will see me reborn again and again so long as the star itself lives on in any form, and yet... [ There's something. Something he feels like he's missing. That, he isn't sure of, but, ] I admit that I did ask the one with my secret to be the one who ends me instead.
[ A strange admission. ]
I am uncertain as to why I would do such a thing. It seems unlikely that they would or even could.
[ There's no hesitation in the admission, although he does pause and raise a hand, idly tapping his chin with a curled finger. Thinking. ]
There is no end to me unless it all goes. The lifestream will see me reborn again and again so long as the star itself lives on in any form, and yet... [ There's something. Something he feels like he's missing. That, he isn't sure of, but, ] I admit that I did ask the one with my secret to be the one who ends me instead.
[ A strange admission. ]
I am uncertain as to why I would do such a thing. It seems unlikely that they would or even could.
[Well, that's far more convincing, and bereft of any further knowledge of what Fandaniel can or can't do from the magical meta text, Solomon lets the cautious wall slip. It looks like a person and acts like a person, and even as cautious as he is, even Solomon isn't completely without empathy.]
Of all the times-- [He reemerges from his makeshift little dress hideyhole, back into arm's length of where Fandaniel's collapsed to try and look him over.]
Hey. Talk to me. What's going on?
Of all the times-- [He reemerges from his makeshift little dress hideyhole, back into arm's length of where Fandaniel's collapsed to try and look him over.]
Hey. Talk to me. What's going on?
[ Cough, cough, hack, wheeze, that's right, Solomon, come closer and-- ]
Gotcha~!
[ Fandaniel, deciding to take the most juvenile opportunity of all time, straightens up immediately and lashes out to give Solomon the horrible curse of the ball tap. Which is to say, he punches his fucking dick. ]
[ Fandaniel, deciding to take the most juvenile opportunity of all time, straightens up immediately and lashes out to give Solomon the horrible curse of the ball tap. Which is to say, he punches his fucking dick. ]
[Mm.
It's a tragic state of affairs, and one that he should be far more alarmed by in theory. He fumbles with his shirt, casually moving to slip it back over his head.]
So you found your missing piece already. Good to know.
...
People aren't made to live forever. It's an existence that I think many people wish for, perhaps. In fear of loss and doubt of themselves. But few would understand what a life long lived can do to you.
[Musing, perhaps. He isn't going to get into the weeds of the reinvarnation cycle if Fandaniel has made up his mind about completely removing it as some last ditch hurrah for freedom. Clearly the god plan didn't work if he though this much was necessary.]
If you could die here and be free of your cycle, then. Would you give up your wish?
It's a tragic state of affairs, and one that he should be far more alarmed by in theory. He fumbles with his shirt, casually moving to slip it back over his head.]
So you found your missing piece already. Good to know.
...
People aren't made to live forever. It's an existence that I think many people wish for, perhaps. In fear of loss and doubt of themselves. But few would understand what a life long lived can do to you.
[Musing, perhaps. He isn't going to get into the weeds of the reinvarnation cycle if Fandaniel has made up his mind about completely removing it as some last ditch hurrah for freedom. Clearly the god plan didn't work if he though this much was necessary.]
If you could die here and be free of your cycle, then. Would you give up your wish?
Ha, you aren't the first to ask that.
[ Or to, at least, suggest another wish. ]
To die here... would not feel like an end, either. Do those who Father chews up truly die? Or are they burned forever within Sika Madu's fires? No. I would not wish for my missing piece to end my life here. Somewhere else. Somewhere with nowhere for me to return to.
But there is more to my wish than merely my own desire. It is also a promise I meant to keep, made long ago, to the very man who inspired such nihilism within me. I would usher his soul similarly into nothingness, wherever it may rest, either within the aetherial sea or reborn anew upon the star. Complicated, is it not? To be stretched between one ending and another like this.
[ Or to, at least, suggest another wish. ]
To die here... would not feel like an end, either. Do those who Father chews up truly die? Or are they burned forever within Sika Madu's fires? No. I would not wish for my missing piece to end my life here. Somewhere else. Somewhere with nowhere for me to return to.
But there is more to my wish than merely my own desire. It is also a promise I meant to keep, made long ago, to the very man who inspired such nihilism within me. I would usher his soul similarly into nothingness, wherever it may rest, either within the aetherial sea or reborn anew upon the star. Complicated, is it not? To be stretched between one ending and another like this.
[ this is damn immature what is he even doing
Oh well. What's done is done, and all he can do is get back to his feet laughing. He could stick around a gloat, but why give Solomon the time to recover? ]
Well, this has been a fun little experiment, but I believe I have another class to teach. Have a nice day, Solomon~.
[ Yeah, he's just gonna leave him there. Bye-bye. ]
Oh well. What's done is done, and all he can do is get back to his feet laughing. He could stick around a gloat, but why give Solomon the time to recover? ]
Well, this has been a fun little experiment, but I believe I have another class to teach. Have a nice day, Solomon~.
[ Yeah, he's just gonna leave him there. Bye-bye. ]
Another, though I believe I have answered your original question rather thoroughly. If you care to know more, I suggest you heed those gossiping little nothings, for you will get little else from me.
[ He has no interest in delving into his old interpersonal relationships, thanks. ]
[ He has no interest in delving into his old interpersonal relationships, thanks. ]
[Ah, that would do it. Whether love or dedication, attachment like that was the hardest part of letting any sort of idea go, no matter how maddening.]
Ahh, and here I thought I might finally be getting to know you a little.
[Shirt still in hand, he makes quick work of slipping it back up and over his head, adjusting the turtleneck to cover the seal that sits at his nape, adjusting the sleeves so nothing beyond the wrist is shown.]
The students only skirt the truth. I'd rather not entertain anything from them as gospel.
Ahh, and here I thought I might finally be getting to know you a little.
[Shirt still in hand, he makes quick work of slipping it back up and over his head, adjusting the turtleneck to cover the seal that sits at his nape, adjusting the sleeves so nothing beyond the wrist is shown.]
The students only skirt the truth. I'd rather not entertain anything from them as gospel.
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[ He's been waiting. Solomon would have to descend towards the dorms eventually. Even if that is not his final destination, it matters not. He will keep his distance and follow after. In all honesty, Fandaniel does not expect to surprise the man. Both of them are cagey bastards, so if he has not yet noticed him, it is likely feigned, and if not that, then it would be sheer luck.
Knowing that hardly stops him, of course. Known or unknown, it's all the same to him. ]
Knowing that hardly stops him, of course. Known or unknown, it's all the same to him. ]
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[Down into the music rooms, to where the grand piano sits. His stance is a tired one, and he seems to want only the quiet as he slips in and closes the door behind him. No need for a lock tonight. He just needs the quiet.
He does not notice Fandaniel yet, too preoccupied with setting up the instrument.]
He does not notice Fandaniel yet, too preoccupied with setting up the instrument.]
[ Down, down to the music rooms, and at the closed door, he pauses. Carefully, he will reach for the handle, testing for the lock — nothing — and then ease it open only enough to peer inside. Seeing him preparing the piano, well.
He will wait.
Better to wait for the music to better hide his steps. ]
He will wait.
Better to wait for the music to better hide his steps. ]
[There is no sheet music that is pulled. Solomon's hand simply find the keys, and they play. Technical but sorrowful, a hobby picked up out of nothing but time rather than passion. Something to do, to keep an ancient mind busy. To keep it connected.
The music flows, and he still does not hear Fandaniel.]
The music flows, and he still does not hear Fandaniel.]
[ The door slowly opens and Fandaniel enters, approaching step by step, slow, measured. There's still a chance he knows... Still a chance he's thinking to fool him... Who would lower their guard after all of this? Surely not Solomon, but that doesn't mean Fandaniel won't see how close he can get.
If he can get right up behind him, as close as possible, he will draw a scalpel helpfully borrowed — much like Yugamu — from the chapel-turned-lab. Simple enough, then, to slide the cold metal up against the side of Solomon's neck. ]
If he can get right up behind him, as close as possible, he will draw a scalpel helpfully borrowed — much like Yugamu — from the chapel-turned-lab. Simple enough, then, to slide the cold metal up against the side of Solomon's neck. ]
[The change of presence in the room is enough to earn him pause, his hands slowing. But he's aware of the position he's put himself in. Foolish. Foolish.
So while his hand does start to leave the keyboard to slip against his jacket, Fandaniel moves faster, and Solomon goes perfectly still at the touch of sharpened metal to his pulse point.
An exhale, slow and purposeful.]
Alright. You have my attention.
What's the matter?
So while his hand does start to leave the keyboard to slip against his jacket, Fandaniel moves faster, and Solomon goes perfectly still at the touch of sharpened metal to his pulse point.
An exhale, slow and purposeful.]
Alright. You have my attention.
What's the matter?
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[ Likewise, Fandaniel holds still, so still, still as death. ]
Good, good. We need to have a little chat about Nishi.
Good, good. We need to have a little chat about Nishi.
[ Yes, Nishi. ]
He belongs to me, and I to him. [ That's right, the bitch is jealous. ] So I would very much appreciate it if you stayed away from him from now on. See? Is that not simple enough?
He belongs to me, and I to him. [ That's right, the bitch is jealous. ] So I would very much appreciate it if you stayed away from him from now on. See? Is that not simple enough?
You would think I would not care, no? And normally, you would be correct, but there is something about him that... I have no desire to share. I do not want you speaking to him. I do not want you looking at him. I do not want you even breathing in his direction.
[ Every word sounds increasingly unhinged, desperate. Fandaniel has never been 'on' as far as sanity goes, but this is, perhaps, a step even further than before. ]
[ Every word sounds increasingly unhinged, desperate. Fandaniel has never been 'on' as far as sanity goes, but this is, perhaps, a step even further than before. ]
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