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[10:43 PM] Flamy: "If love were not a sin, then it would not be asked of me to kill so many," Azra closes the action, holstering Joanna, "Unfaithfulness is a sin. Unclean marriage is a sin. Premarital sex is a sin. Many things are sins, and those sins cannot be forgiven, especially if these people harbor ideals that conflict with the Holy See."
[10:45 PM] i'm sorry women: "Even if said filthy sinners were two of your best friends." 🥺 👉 👈
[10:46 PM] Flamy: "Only if I were tasked to kill them by a higher authority than either of them."
[10:47 PM] i'm sorry women: "Don't kill Rika if you can help it."
[10:47 PM] charizard: “… you have a very bleak outlook. There’s no unforgivable sin. Aside from refusing to forgive. If you don’t forgive the sins of others, you won’t be forgiven.”
[10:53 PM] Flamy: Azra nods to Valentine. He would not think of it-- Not without the orders to do so, at least.

"I am not responsible for forgiving sins," Azra shakes his head at Nala, "That is for the LORD. I am but a weapon, a tool for killing. What must be done, I will do. Such is how I have been raised."
[10:55 PM] charizard: “… I think you’ve been raised by extremist who’ve lost sight of what your Lord wishes.”
[10:55 PM] i'm sorry women: "... Man."
[11:01 PM] Flamy: "Who am I to judge? What right have I to determine who lives or dies, right or wrong? I am but the means by which they pronounce judgement- And with that measure, so too could my life be measured," He shrugs, his right hand clenching and then relaxing, "Children, obey your parents in the Lord: for this is right. (Ephesians 6:1)"
[11:02 PM] charizard: “What right do they have? Have you not considered no one deserves to die for their sins, if eternal damnation is already waiting?”
[11:03 PM] i'm sorry women: 🧍 .
He sleepy (and not Catholic.)  Bye. 🚶 .
[11:06 PM] Flamy: "Need I have such an answer? They provide me orders. I follow. It is as simple as that. My thoughts are... unimportant. Irrelevant. That much has been taught to me, and who am I to disobey?" He shakes his head, walking down the stairs of the town hall, spreading his arms wide in front of the building, "I am but a weapon, a tool for killing. I am not a person. I am nothing, and to nothing I shall return."
[11:06 PM] charizard: “Killing is a sin.”
[11:09 PM] Flamy: "Killing is killing. Of course, sin or not, I have yet to be tasked by my father to kill him, so I have not."
[11:09 PM] charizard: “Why do you call him your father, if you’re a tool?”
[11:11 PM] Flamy: "I had been adopted by him? Much like how you might still see the corpses of those whom you slaughtered as still your clutch mates."
[11:13 PM] charizard: “A tool cannot be adopted. If you have no identity, you cannot have a family.”
[11:19 PM] Flamy: "You have a narrow sense as to what a tool can or cannot be. My identity is secured in the LORD and my Father Linnaeus. If this argument stems from a sense of justice, of morals, then know that I do not operate on such grounds. There is no right or wrong- There is only 'doing what is told of me', and that is very clear."

He should just shoot her. It's not like she would feel it later. Hm, he supposes that he could try disposing of her in some other ways, as to prevent her reappearance. He does not know the anatomy of her kind- Dragonborn, was it? All these names are frankly ridiculous, even if he asked Sol.
[11:22 PM] charizard: “Then, you are not a tool for good. Doing what you are told is no way to live. And it’s certainly no way to show respect to your Lord.” She takes a few steps closer.

“Unless you can learn to forgive. Unless you can learn morals, and that you cannot kill as a first response, I will personally take a page out of your book and unsure none of our party is harmed, because you don’t understand right and wrong, and what is out of people’s control.”
[11:29 PM] Flamy: "...Are these orders?" Azra stands with his back turned to her, but turns his head to the side, glancing back at Nala, "Or are they a guarantee that you will kill me, right here and now? You will need to bring this up to Mayor Rika, either way."
[11:31 PM] charizard: “I’ll bring it up with Rika. However it is a *promise* that should you show to be any danger to this party, I will kill you. And may there be mercy on your soul, even if you refuse to give others such a blessing.”
[11:36 PM] Flamy: "I am not told to give mercy to those whom I am tasked to kill, so I do not," He shrugs, walking away slowly, "Incapacitating miss Rika was simply the best course of action, as to ensure that she did not bring further harm to anyone. Is that so hard to comprehend? I gave her the only mercy necessary- Death, in as quickly as I could deliver it, were I not ordered by miss Amores to abstain from killing her. As Vice-Leader, I, of course, am of the lowest in the Anti-Cornet Council's hierarchy. I would not willingly do any harm to the others, unless necessary... Killing me is also useless, in that I would merely reappear. Really, have you not been informed? Narrow-minded."
[11:39 PM] charizard: “Oh, it’s not useless. It would give me satisfaction. You’re the narrow-minded one, with no real idea of how feelings and indulgences work. It’s rather sad.”
[11:45 PM] Flamy: He pauses. Is it so sad? He simply devotes his time to his work, for it is all that he knows. It is undeniably narrow-minded, perhaps, but who is he to protest his conditions? He is not important. He is merely a scapegoat for the murder that Father Linnaeus and the rest of the clergy have already done in their hearts.

Would killing him, in kind, be such a pleasure?

"How base of you. No wonder you had lost yourself to slaughtering your kin," He walks away.
[11:46 PM] charizard: “… oooh boy. Killing you really would be satisfying.” There’s a light hum. Thank god for Zealous, running up to rub against her leg. Pubby. :)
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contemplated response at one point:
"Oh?" Azra cranes his neck at an extremely unnatural, almost 120-degree angle from his standing position with his back turned to Nala, "Do you seek to kill me? Knowing that it will do nothing? Knowing that I will simply come back, ready to receive orders once again, none the worse for wear? Not at all like your clutch mates? I'll have you know that I have only ensured necessary deaths- Unlike you, who clearly have no control of even yourself, it seems."
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LATER:
Azra lies in his bed- The sheets have been changed, of course, once he had arrived and found Marina gone, and the comforter swapped with the other bed's, for the time being. The other bed, of course, has been left in its usual spot, no longer covering the window, though the shutters stay closed.

He stares at the ceiling, noting a speck of sawdust- Where did that come from? It would be unfortunate for it to fall into his eye.

"And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother’s eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?" Azra softly murmurs, raising his hand up mindlessly, holding it over his eyes, pinching the space, as to "pluck" the speck out of the ceiling, however far away it actually is from his reach, "Or how wilt thou say to thy brother, Let me pull out the mote out of thine eye; and, behold, a beam is in thine own eye? (Matthew 7:1-2)"

Between himself and Nala, which of them had the beam in their eye? Though their ideals clashed like silver and lead, it was not unlike that time he spent with Rika in this room- Were either truly wrong? Is it possible that they both had that beam in their eye? Or perhaps his viewpoint, being that of an outsider, is wrong. After all, he is unnatural.

Memories flood into his mind- These memories belong to him, undeniably, and though his body recalls those motions, faintly following after them while he lies down in his bed, his mind struggles with the notion. The children, cowering away. High-ranking Templars eyeing him with the dignity afforded to a dog. The many, many nights of Linnaeus visiting his room at night, or of other people whose faces he blocked out. All sovereignty would be given to others, to the adults that knew more than him. He is not a person. He is a weapon, a tool made for killing.

He is property- Property of Father Linnaeus. Linnaeus's mutt. Linnaeus's personal project. Linnaeus's "little angel". Linnaeus's--

No, of course- The beam is in his eye, for he is wrong. To admit such, of course, would be cowardice, and the punishment would be doubled. His breathing quickens, though he clenches his fists, trying to push away these thoughts. He isn't there, he isn't there, he isn't there--

His eyes fly wide open (when had he closed them?), and, instinctively, he grabs the cold handiwork of Joanna under his less-used pillow, one hand stroking the barrel with all the tender love and care of one petting a dog. Joanna, his beloved. Joanna, his trusted. Joanna, the one true expression of him- An extension of Azra the assassin, Azra the hitman, Azra the small, precocious boy who longed to have the power to right the wrongs he saw.

The boy holds tightly onto Joanna, just as he did so long ago.