Ever since Stare had learnt the truth of her people, and more importantly, herself, she had felt a sense of relief. Even if it might mean that she was stuck with a power-obsessed, possessive dick-head for a god, answers were still there. Answers she could not share, but answers nonetheless. A sense of belonging, a sense of security, a truth …
“You are of that world,” she acknowledged, “Or at least part of you is. And you feel a responsibility to it.”
She looked down at her cuff at her wrist briefly, wondering if Vitruvion was listening, and feeling the emotions she had right now. Tilting her head she thought about how similar worlds all sounded when you lined them together. Each had a deity, or deities. Each could express a time of peace and perfection. Each had its trials since.
Glancing back up at Nevin she nodded. “Shall we move on from this desecration? I think it would be wise to burn it.”
Nevin curled one hand into a fist as he thought about what she had said. That was - that was right. It felt like he had a responsibility, no, two. He had to protect this plane from that damn able thing’s attempts to come in. And, more important - he had to get strong enough to go and… And…
Why did it feel like he had to take his place back, like the Cobalt thing had usurped him? Crimson threads slipped from his closed fist and slowly swayed in the air in front of his eyes as he thought about this gut feeling, this low urge. He knew that the Scarlet, the Cobalt demon, didn't belong in the position it had taken, but why did he feel like he should be there? That made no sense -
He was roused from his thoughts by Stare’s decision, and he nodded. “We should check around first, there might be important notes that these things left behind or their followers made. But I agree, this place needs to be destroyed.” Nevin was steady now, and he glared at the carcass one last time before looking around the chamber, finally actually taking it in. Aside from the door they had entered through, there were too more doorways in the back, looking like they lead to separate, smaller chambers. He gestured towards them.
“One a piece you think?” With a quirk of one corner of his mouth, the Alchemist suited action to word, and headed towards the room on the right. He was definitely more alert than he had been when he entered the altar room, in case there was anyone left who hadn't come during the brief scuffle before, but it seemed like now the place was abandoned.
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Stare nodded and followed suit, moving to the left. Hand grasping tight around her dagger she headed with caution. The entrance was dark, a shadowed place and she paused before striding in, certain that there would be little to no danger. Her eyes, adapted to the dark, gazed out without reverting to heat sight.
