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Failing to understand its meanings, she pressed on with the queries, not quite fully comprehending what it may be eluding to. Why was this place considered a place of origin?
"No. Why is this home? What is the purpose of ... bringing... me here?"
There was a quiet stirr of ire, that fierce loyalty remained for Vincent, yet there was much internal debate struggled within the slurred mind.
"Harbinger presents opportunities, not direct control. Yet, I retain the power to opt out of his deal... As for Vincent. Depends. If he can be recovered... He needs not be sacrificed. You do not need to remain inside him."
Almost grossly offended by the presence of the creature, she continued to glare at it in disdain. At least, in her limited perception, it seemed that it was overtaking his mind. Or. Perhaps, his mind was allowing such takeover from the damage from surviving the assassination.
"Why." it paused, shape twisting into a new pose, slithering itself to the side of the Bird. A whisper crept up in Raven's left year like a drill carving into her skull. The near deafening, ringing noise that followed held on for several moments. It resumed speaking openly. "Necessity."
It saw the fire burning in the Bird's eyes. If The Watcher had a mouth it would smile whilst basking in her thoughts like a parasite, just because she called it one indirectly.
"You continue to ask. Amusing as is, we have a question of our own." its head tilted. The entity returned to its previous position. Imposing as it was, yet somewhat hinting towards an aura of curiosity and a mix of emotions too random to discern. "And so the cards fall. Why should we not be here? You wish to open the Vault too, do you not? This is the way."
"Test the sharpness of your sword against another. And when that is not enough, unsheathe your cunning as the hidden dagger that ends the fight."
"Our actions have roots in what Father intends to achieve." its patience ran thin, almost to the point it would banish the Bird's wandering mind back into the wild Mindscape. Ravaged, fragmented and forced into silence.
Small, flickering lights passed through Revenant's torso. Pale green in color and whispering, the lights passively played around with the stranger's fading presence.
"You chained yourself. Refusing to let go. Throwing yourself against the waves of change. We, are only keepers of what you lost, lose, and will lose." It was obvious The Watcher was not revealing everything. It held its cards close, especially with someone like the Bird. "Soon, what is left of you will be thrown out. You have time. Free to roam our masterpiece. Where you go is yours to decide."
The entity had nothing more to tell her. It did not wish to indulge in her constant questioning no more, thus opening a door leading outside, in the wilderness. Letting her pass by the statues of her own self. Another, massive door was open behind The Watcher. The lack of lighting prevented her from looking beyond what seemed to be a wooden ornate frame depicting events which happened until this moment, and what might happen in the future.
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Understanding its explanation of loss, perhaps to the entirety of those of who'm they care for - and for what its perceived grand purpose is. A particular sense of disdain was held, this creature does not respect the rules of chaos, it is swallowed within the pride of its own arrogance. Nothing more than a typical narrow minded Nomad that only sees what it wishes to see. Nohting more than a pawn. Gazing at it intently, she spoke down on it,
"On the contrary, I am more free than you could possibly imagine. But it is clear to me now, that even you do not truly know what may be. "
Inquisitively, she attempted to peer at the frames, empty, of that which could be. Yet, it was shrouded, concealed. But she didn't need to see it to understand their image, their vision, is only an extension of their will. A mere dream. A smirk occurred as she swiped a finger across the frame, investigating the architecture.
"What could be... what couldn't... What may. What may not. Never should. Never will. Even you aren't impervious to the nature of chaos...
Perhaps you should free yourself from your own constraints that limit you."
Spitefully, she sneered as she rubbed her fingers together after analysing the surface, parting them in dismissal - disgusted at the pawn's haughty behaviour despite their servitude to Harbinger, portraying what little emotion they could through the lethergic mental state they were in. Taking the moment to 'be permitted' to explore, she tried to investigated the door behind the entity, walking up to it to glare at it before trying to step forth, checking between the pawn and the door frame. She hummed in place, pondering about it, trialling if it was passable.
Despite the lack of sight beyond the door's wooden frame there was nothing stopping her from going further. There was a specific ticking noise coming from the other side. The more she approached, the more the ticking would become more vibrant, its volume increasing with every step taken forward. She would see her hand vanish in the void kept at bay only by the decaying door frame if she tried to figuratively test the waters. Two, joined voices spoke at unison deep into the depths of what cannot be seen. There was sobbing. There were pleads for help. There was a voice thanking itself for everything and nothing at the same time, shifting only slightly to a state of rage rather than sadness - and sometimes of acceptance. Happiness. The cycle kept repeating. Every thunder bolt that struck the dirt outside the Cathedral's sickened territory provoked a reaction from the entrance Revenant faced. She was left with a simple question.
Press on, or abandon the Watcher's Cathedral. Its shrine dedicated to The Harbinger's influence upon the mind and body of a damaged tool too tired to have a heartbeat of its own, yet too stubborn to die like a nobody. Yet another choice, laid bare for the Bird to decide.
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She tried to stick her head through the frame, trying to gaze into the infinite voice. Barely perceiving the voice, she yelled out Vincent's name, seeing if the sobbing would react before going any further through the doorway.
The voices spoke at unison. An fearful, yet surprised tone undamaged by the passage of time that affected the body. And then there was the vile voice Raven had come to know as the one who suppressed Vincent all this time.
She's here?! She's here?!
She can't see me this way... no - no, NO! She can't see me this way... no - no, NO!
Just keep holding on! Don't let go! Just keep holding on! Don't let go!
I'm trying! I'm trying!
Audible struggle pierced through the pitch black nothingness, eventually reaching Revenant with a swift echo to follow. It was like metal clashed against the ground and cloth was torn apart piece by piece. What would really happen, however, was beyond what she could see.
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Yelling out once more, she held onto the doorframe,
"No, wait! Vincent, it's me! Don't be afraid, stay strong! I'll try to get to you! Don't give up!"
There was a moment of ponder, testing the waters, trying to put one foot out to feel for a ground. She tried to glare to the side, seeing if this entry was actually visible on the other side while being half in and out.
Everything fell quiet as she yelled back into the nothingness of the void. Only silence would reply to her encouragements. The more she passed through the darkness, the more she would feel the cold air passing through her clothing. Impossibly, even, the same passing wind felt like grabbing her by the hands, holding her back from fully entering. A mild resistance to her, no less.
The Watcher stood still, watching from afar Revenant's attempts. Her fear of leaping into the void to save what she called a "friend" for so long. The hesitation made it all so enjoyable for the entity to watch. It might've been a simple game all along, or not. It was up to her to take her chances.
"Test the sharpness of your sword against another. And when that is not enough, unsheathe your cunning as the hidden dagger that ends the fight."
