Argenti's Palace

[beautifulknight]

The stage is set they say;
They don their masks and shields,
Shadows creep and cover their minds;
Now, what beautiful role shall they play?

𝓜𝓮𝓵𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓷 𝓒𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓵𝓮


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[gardenful]

[ Lost, huh... she wonders what exactly that means for Argenti. Is he, like Idrila, lost to everyone, his heart buried so deep in his chest that no one else can find it? Is the real Argenti buried deep too?

For just a moment, she thinks of Cloud, and the way she's been looking for him, the real him, every second that they've been together. Over time, she's started to see glimpses of the real Cloud, of the one she knows lies underneath everything that he has to have been through. That she's seen glimpses means that he's there, and if Cloud can be pulled out of the darkness and unearthed like a long lost treasure... then so can Argenti. ]

Being lost means that you can still be found, no matter how long it's been. You can find your way out of the darkness and towards the people that care about you. That's why we're here—we're going to do all we can to search for you, to search for Argenti.

Friendship is like a light that can guide you through the darkest tunnels, and right now we're extending that light to you. All you have to do is grab onto it. Even if it's scary and you won't know what to do once you're out, we'll be able to help you. You can lean on us, tell us your fears, trust us... and we'll give every ounce of that right back to you.

There's a real kindness in you, Argenti. It's only fair that you're given it in return. Even if that means we have to fight you, I hope you'll see it, and that you'll grab onto it.

[beautifulknight]

[ Argenti wishes that no one would try to reach deep inside of him to pull out what remains.

All that he thinks that is left is only darkness, after all. What can they see in him like this? What can they see in that?

Aerith's words apparently provide the answer, spoken sweetly yet genuinely not unlike with the soft power of a spring breeze's gust, yet steeped firmly like roots from an ancient tree nestled within an old forest. ]

...You waste your kindness on me.

[ Is all he can say. It's the only defense, or response he can think of.

And then, he begins the battle. ]