[ She continues falling, as if allowing her a few more moments in that peaceful darkness, broken only by the faint sounds of unfamiliar voices... until finally, abruptly, without even a landing... she's there.
Deep in within the woods, in a place far removed from anything she's seen in her life, even here in this strange Grail War... ]
When I was born, I couldn't even breathe.
Not so much as a single toe was truly alive.
[ For a second, what she sees can only be considered a beautiful sight. Laid on the ground amidst a beautiful forest was a pitiful, yet beautiful body. Basked in the morning sun's rays, surrounded by faeries. Faeries who had been bullied, persecuted, and had nowhere else to go. Faeries who believed, upon his appearance, to be that of their king. ]
KRSSTCH
[ An abrupt sound of static, and that image changed. ]
I was a rotten mass of fluid inside a chrysalis.
[ A body, thin and bony, more like a corpse than anything else... surrounded by insects that crawled and wriggled all over him. His body unmoving... no, incapable of movement. Incapable of breath. Incapable of even closing his eyes.
Information is given to her, as if it were being narrated to the audience of a play. He was born from Britain's death throes. A self-destruct device designed to destroy and take everything down with it. The embodiment of the island's own wishes... ]
KRSSTCH
[ ...taking the form of the perfect fairy-tale king, born in the perfect fairy-tale forest. The Fairy King as depicted by a famous, talented, mean-spirited author. For as long as they're born from people's desires, it doesn't matter whether the original is real or fake.
But in reality, this "Oberon" pretending to be a king was a creature composed entirely of lies.
Everything he says is untrue thanks to the underlying premise that it was all just part of a single night's revelry. A Midsummer Night's Dream, so to speak. ]
Wow, this is amazing. Everything I say or do ultimately becomes twisted.
[ "I love you" becomes "I don't love you". "I don't love you" becomes "I don't even care about you."
It's not so simple as everything becoming the opposite of what he says. No, it goes further than that. His words are simply undeserving of the truth... therefore, whatever he says must be a lie. A twisted existence, more trouble than it's worth. ]
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Deep in within the woods, in a place far removed from anything she's seen in her life, even here in this strange Grail War... ]
When I was born, I couldn't even breathe.
Not so much as a single toe was truly alive.
[ For a second, what she sees can only be considered a beautiful sight. Laid on the ground amidst a beautiful forest was a pitiful, yet beautiful body. Basked in the morning sun's rays, surrounded by faeries. Faeries who had been bullied, persecuted, and had nowhere else to go. Faeries who believed, upon his appearance, to be that of their king. ]
KRSSTCH
[ An abrupt sound of static, and that image changed. ]
I was a rotten mass of fluid inside a chrysalis.
[ A body, thin and bony, more like a corpse than anything else... surrounded by insects that crawled and wriggled all over him. His body unmoving... no, incapable of movement. Incapable of breath. Incapable of even closing his eyes.
Information is given to her, as if it were being narrated to the audience of a play. He was born from Britain's death throes. A self-destruct device designed to destroy and take everything down with it. The embodiment of the island's own wishes... ]
KRSSTCH
[ ...taking the form of the perfect fairy-tale king, born in the perfect fairy-tale forest. The Fairy King as depicted by a famous, talented, mean-spirited author. For as long as they're born from people's desires, it doesn't matter whether the original is real or fake.
But in reality, this "Oberon" pretending to be a king was a creature composed entirely of lies.
Everything he says is untrue thanks to the underlying premise that it was all just part of a single night's revelry. A Midsummer Night's Dream, so to speak. ]
Wow, this is amazing. Everything I say or do ultimately becomes twisted.
[ "I love you" becomes "I don't love you". "I don't love you" becomes "I don't even care about you."
It's not so simple as everything becoming the opposite of what he says. No, it goes further than that. His words are simply undeserving of the truth... therefore, whatever he says must be a lie. A twisted existence, more trouble than it's worth. ]