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[betterthangarlond]

[ Nero had not been quiet about how he disliked his body being used to make these androids - these many beings. He'd scraped quite a few already. but this time, he'd heard one of these robots had begun to run a gym in the city of Kanto.

And, so, he's going along with G'raha. ] I don't get it, 'raha - you want to talk to it?

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[theimpure]

...A sibling. Like the one stolen by darkness and metal? [ aw miscarlet has that Guilt over umbrosa. ;; ] I fear I'd only break his heart more

[wordsinthesoul]

Like him, yes. [he moves a hand to stroke over Miscarlet's cheek.] I'd hope not- we've been fortunate enough to see him come home again.

[theimpure]

...I see. That's curious.

[ The mass seems to relax into being touched, frowning. ] So many of us who were thought to be gone... simply returning. Even those lost before the point I tried to pull us back to. It's worrying.

[wordsinthesoul]

Is it? [he frowns- wondering if he should be concerned.] I… I've been glad to see them again. But still- he wasn't-he was hurt, but- they didn't kill him.

[theimpure]

...I'm glad. I couldn't protect my dear brother, and yet this new world saved him. Though I imagine he's not mine he's not mine he's not mine-- [ oh dear, there's that ascian echo in their voice. ]

[wordsinthesoul]

[Thancred fluffs up, with a little sound of worry, patting Miscarlet's back.] It's- Miscarlet. Miscarlet- we'll ask him. All right? We'll ask him what he thinks. Either way- we'll still care.

[he's- fairly sure they will, though he can't speak exactly to what Umbrosa will think.]

[theimpure]

...You care.

[ That snaps the Ascian-beast out of it, beginning to smile a little again. Even if his back feels... melted, wrong. ] I'd like to ask him. But my body... it's not...

[wordsinthesoul]

I do. You named yourself friend, didn't you? […at this point he'd be surprised if they didn't feel a little strange.] I think that'd be good. No… Spoken, mm. But… we can explain, I think he'll understand.

[theimpure]

I think you can only observe me in any form because of... your former possession. [ o h... there's sadness as miscarlet says that. he's not tried meeting many, however. ] Have all you Scions remained together? Or have tasks pulled you apart once again...?

[wordsinthesoul]

Ah…. So we'd need to find some way to manage that, then. Or- well, things are a little different here…. Perhaps we could still ask one of the others. [he rubs a hand down miscarlet's back.] We're not always together, but we've stayed loosely in the same area for now. This is Urianger and Moenbryda's house- some of the rest of us stay over, too.

[theimpure]

[ There's such an adorable little grumble from the beast known as Miscarlet, as they've gone back to exploring his head feathers. Trying to focus, but not ready to ask. Likely just a side effect...

One which they're fascinated with, their two voices in unison. ] It did seem like the house I-- Urianger would have. I can... feel magic weaved into every part of it. To mask those within...

[wordsinthesoul]

[One stretches out a little, to help with that. Thancred rumbles back a little.]

Mm- masking and protecting. Umbrosa stays here quite often, too- so we'd rather not have a repeat of the worst.

[theimpure]

...He would. Before I failed, he was always... close. And magic would assist one from hiding and being rescued from the Empire.

[ oh, they really have no clue. but there's more melting and happiness coming from the ascian. ]

[wordsinthesoul]

He was. It's been good to see him growing closer to everyone again- hm, and making some new relationships, too. [he sighs a little, nuzzling into them.] …it would. That was… the Garleans did some terrible things to him, though.

[that's nice, at least- he's not sure if telling them about this would ruin that, or better from someone else- but it's probably better they're not surprised.]

[theimpure]

[ Oh. By the fact this is the bit of Urianger who broke time to try and save everybody? The next response shouldn't be unexpected. ]

...They deserve punishment. If they hurt part of my family, then I will destroy them.

[wordsinthesoul]

[It's still how he feels, some days, once he'd found out, and he tightens his hug.]

Easy. This is another chance, remember? And we won't allow anything else to happen- but if it's threatened, we make them think twice.

[theimpure]

[ Whoops, his hands might slip... into the being, as Miscarlet cuddles back, seeming to calm again. ]

...It is their next chance. What did they do, to scar one for that long?

[wordsinthesoul]

[He takes a deep breath, staring at his hands, trying to settle himself. It's okay- they're okay. And Miscarlet seems clamer, so- that's achieved.]

Of course. They… reached into the essence of his being- made him- [hells. he takes another breath-] Made him Garlean.

[theimpure]

[ ... ]

Hells.

[ There's a long hiss after the swearing, in a very... Ascian language. It's even possible...? Again, they're playing with those headwings. ] And it's-- not like what happened to you. It is not due to Return.

[wordsinthesoul]

Indeed. The deepest of them, I'd say.

[he shivers a little, but stays close, headwings fluttering a little but trying to keep them relaxed.] It's not. It was something the Garlean scientists… actively did. I didn't… I haven't asked for many details, because- I didn't wish to remind him of the terrors he endured.

[theimpure]

[ Their touches slow, fingers lingering still - before moving to touch Thancreds' face, gently checking if he's okay. Aw. Still Urianger, still awkward with contact. ] That's disgusting. Change is something which-- should be asked for. Or something that does not cause pain.

[wordsinthesoul]

[He nuzzles into their touch with a gentle sigh, eyes fluttering closed for a moment. He's all right- it was just strange to hear.] I agree. I- well, I don't remember being Hyur, but I'm happy as I am. That's something of an unusual situation, though. For anything else… it should be wanted.

[theimpure]

[ They're gonna keep feeling and nuzzling into his face, then. ] I knew you as a Hyur. [ They then admit. But it made sense. ] It was my hand that forced it - but you do not recall a time like that?

[wordsinthesoul]

[He likes this, with a little happy sound as he nuzzles back.] From the previous timeline? It's all right- I think some things worked out better. [he shifts, puffing out a breath.] I remember what happened- but the sensations of being Hyur still seem too strange.

[theimpure]

...It must be nice, not needing to struggle with something you're not. [ But, uh. That's a bit of a heavy sigh Miscarlet have, a little... breathy. Whoops, Ascian-thing is crushing. After a moment, they smile. ] I'm not angry things changed. It's what I wanted - to save the unsaveable. ...Though I should not have put that pressure on all of you.