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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[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. ]