The darkness swirls and trembles... before slowly unveiling itself... Showing memories of a past unknown to this vessel.

A mother, a father... An aunt, an uncle.... many members of this vessel's family all smiling and eating together... Speaking in a language unknown to the vessel. Some doting on the vessel, others teasing it with words the vessel is incapable pf understanding...

They continue to have this meal together... the atmosphere is that of comfort and serenity, that which the vessel is unused to, an unfamiliar sensation indeed. This goes on for a while, long enough for the food to have long been finished and now remains these people telling each other about their days, or of current events, or anything else, the vessel had not a clue in which is currently being discussed. And so, it sits there with wide and confused eyes... Simply observing these people who care for it so much... And after a while, the images fade into the darkness.... and soon the abyss returns to its stagnant darkness...

The darkness within the vessel trembles and slowly tears itself open, revealing the vessel being dropped off at a large building. The vessel wears strange, formal clothing. It is loud and there are many people of similar stature and maturity to this vessel. Some seem busy engaging with their fellow people, and eventually, one finds you and takes you by the hand, seemingly dragging you off to God knows where. They seem to speak in combination with the odd language heard previously and in another you seem to understand perfectly, referring to you as their friend. It appears this vessel had people that considered it to be an individual they would enjoy having around and so... This individual takes you to more people like them, all equally as happy to see you, quite interested in your day. You respond, bearing knowledge you had not had previously and as such, the information slips out of your mind as quickly as it had arrived... More time elapses, the day goes on... There was quite a lot of sedentary activity, mainly note taking and nothing else thus far...

Soon... the individual finds you on your way out of this building, seeming to desire to walk with you to the destination where your parents will arrive... And so they sit there... With you...

As the vision slowly fades to black... And that familiar stagnancy returns...

The stagnant darkness glimmers and warps slightly, breaking the apathetic and bleak stillness to reveal a strange scene...
A hillside with a warm hue reflecting off of two figures... A breeze hits the two figures as it is revealed to be... You and another.
A young man stands before a young woman, his face full of flusters, his heart light and fluttery, endless emotions ensuing beneath his visage as he lets his heart out to the woman in front of him, declaring his profound and boundless love for her.

Although the woman listens intently, it is all for her to word her response in a way that doesn't warp her intentions without breaking the flustered man's heart... You hear...
"I wish not to hurt you, so I shall word my answer carefully... I... I care for you... Anglo... But... not in a way that would sate your desire for reciprocal affection... I do love you... But I'm not ready... And I don't think I can be ready for such a commitment at my age... If... If you still love me when I'm ready, then I will happily accept your feelings... And if you have found someone else by then... I won't be sad... Thank you for loving me, Anglo."

The vision soon goes still once they hold each other in a comforting embrace... and the darkness soon goes stagnant...

As I stand... Staring in the desolate solitude that is my soul. My heart. My actions are all being controlled by another... When will I ever be free to do as I please, will I love? What even is love, all I've known without my heartless vessel is hatred and having to fight ceaselessly... That desire has not burned away in the slightest, but now I feel filled with other desires, I want more things. I want to be myself, I want to be someone, for someone... I desire what others have, their longing, their love, their hopes and dreams, and I want to crush them and take the rest for myself. I tire of being the only one who feels and exists the way I do. Maybe this love I so long for isn't what I understand it to be. Maybe the words of my comrades are beginning to muddle my beliefs... Whatever the case may be I shall press forward, to pursue what I love, battle, and protect those I love, My comrades.

Why does it feel as though the longer I continue chasing this endless strength, it appears wall after wall after wall... I guess that is what a limit is at that moment huh? It never stops, There are those who are better at what I do yet are optimised for combat much better than I could ever dream... Why is it that I am so weak... Do I lack the correct skills, the right synergistic abilities, the right this, the right that? It does not matter from the perspective of battle, such shortcomings should be mediated with a solution of some sort, I must show my capabilities regardless of how inadequate I feel in comparison to others... The fight never stops, so neither should I. A being who never tires will eventually reach a point of clarity within themselves... A point of ascension, of apotheosis...

BUT WHY DOES IT ALL FEEL FOR NOUGHT!!! WHY DOES MY PROGRESS STAGNATE...

I tire... But I shall continue.. Until I find a reason to stop

I... I fought myself. I lost, awfully.

In an attempt to save myself and my comrades.... We immediately went after our clones... Yet once the main concern, that being Finality's copy bearing access to a threat that which could destroy everything in their own words.... However.... once she was gone, I went for myself, Execute's clone constantly going after me as well, and having to evade James' barrage of sniping.... It was overwhelming for the second time in a long, long time.... Then... My clone got me..... Ripped me to absolute shreds....

I felt... something strange this time after dying.... I saw my user... I felt the connection between our two connected souls thin out drastically, even longer than before... I hate seeing his face, his look of surprised and shock, his face of pity and disgust, because for him... he only loses me as an account.... but I.... I die. And once I do die, that's it. He gets his second chance and his third chance, yet I.... I'm gone when it's over... And I felt that connection snap, We are no longer the same. He is just a thing that exists within me... Nothing more, nothing less, I don't care anymore... About him.... About anyone... About myself.... I feel nothing but this empty pit forming in my heart....

But then.... I woke up???

I guess there was a further glitch in the code, giving me my second chance... Time to use it.

To be content... To be happy with your decisions and the way you are... That is all I ever hope for you to feel once you have believed yourself to have reached the peak of this power you so desperately chase after. So I will do with my all, fighting till the day you or I die, as we are nothing more than multiple aspects of what you are, User.

So if you desired to truly fight until no one could ever win against you, then... I will happily do my best to achieve your dreams, simply because as old as you are, you've known nothing but stagnancy, death and despair have you not?

And with that being the case, why not just obtain your permanent symbol of all your effort to be free of everything, all the blood sweat and tears that comes with doing what you do... So keep going, I'll be there, even if you're a villain by the end.

The chains shatter, breaking off, the redness within the abyss simmers down... My anger was endless, but my will drained, and my strength tested to the absolute limit... My arms hurt, and my breathing feels like fire... It burns... My heart beats... My skin... feels tangible... My skin... twitches and convulses. Pain, it all hurts... Yet that dimming pain is now gone... It's dull. Now... I stand, looking at the head of this man. This sickening man... Well... anyway... Nothing more that binds me lingers.... I tire. I feel nothing... I should be content, angered, or sad maybe even for Angelo... but it's just... empty.

Is this what all that fighting was for... Just this.

It is as though I had climbed to the precipice of a mountain, come to find out it was one of its lowest peaks.... The mountain was endless and continues to be so. I tire of this constant existence. However, I tire of having to prove myself. To whom am I doing this? Why am I doing this for? What is the point once I reach the peak? Where is the peak? And when will I ever reach it?

I must get stronger. Now that I bear no more regrets, I must get stronger for myself, especially for myself. 


Kuhuhuhuhuhu... Oh Haerin~
What a strange person to be the current and permanent owner of this vessel hehe... Oh, how you spiral constantly downwards in that mind of yours... Yet you seemingly ignore such thoughts when it matters it seems. Doesn't it?

...

The mountain's peak continues to be hidden by the clouds that constantly blind me, giving me false confidence in my strength... How many times has it been now.... 4... 5 times now? When will I learn that I am inadequate in what I do... I tire of this ceaseless battle to the top... But I must continue pressing forward... I must continue to carve a way for myself... I must continue for her... But... It never feels like it is enough, as though all my efforts, all my trials and tribulations, even freeing myself seem to have given me absolutely nothing except the lingering malice deep in my soul, the desire to kill, the foolish bravery I seem only to have when it is detrimental to other's survival even... My body never tires, and never needs food, water, air or any other reason to rest itself.... the only escape I get is when I am asleep when this vessel contains no one in it for many hours at a time... I long for restful nights, for a reprieve with others, to just sit together, having banter, talking about everything in passing like it was simple jest... I wish I could, and I wish I could feel... Something. But I do not feel anything after all do I, pain, love, loss, affection, these fleeting feelings leave me with a sense of hollowness whenever I do get to experience them. I am so tired, Baam. I do not want to exist, or to continue pretending that I do not feel in such a manner...

I'm tired. So, so tired.... 

But I can't stop, and I will not stop...

So I will continue to climb this endless mountain.


Sighh... Haerin, my odd owner. You hate everything about yourself yet you still wanna keep going. I will never truly understand your empathy towards these mortals... But, I'm not one to judge your decisions, after all, I'm just you, but not you. Sadly, I can only let you rest for half an hour interims without egregiously harming yourself... However, knowing you, You'll manage. Oddly. I know you will.

Arthur.... You shall rue the day you had crossed me, with your strange luck and odd abilities... You piss me off... Haerin... GET STRONGER SO I CAN KILL THAT BASTARD, I WANT HIS GORE SPLAYED FOR ALL TO SEE, FOR EVERYONE WHO GROW COCKY AGAINST US!!! HOW DARE HE AND HIS PARTY-

Ahem- Haerin had received a call for assistance from Devonia, regarding YensidWorld, ah FUCK. And Haerin being Haerin, he accepted assisting his friend. And so we arrive, having to resubscribe to this place to enter... I noticed Haerin had locked his wallet at this point, Oh boy I wonder why... After making our way through the mines and gunfire, I arrive, Devonia and the creature of interest are being assaulted by what appears to be a group of stereotypical MMORPG party members... and that FUCKING TANK!!! I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I-
sigh... I barely stood a chance against this man even though he was half my level, his abilities and capabilities countering my own... And eventually... We collapsed....

Reawoken by Haerin's beloved Ashen, Oo-la-la, we had escaped, the fight not truly won, and I uh stepped on a landmine. That was awful.

At least we had a picnic after.