A heart to heart with the most wanted in Agartha

[01:19] Sugarboy says, "Mhhmm You know you're a lot tougher than you let on~"
[01:20] Aelia says, "Mmm, that's very much intentional."
[01:21] Sugarboy asks, "Makes sense, how would you like to come back to my place and we can have a nice little chat over some tea?"
[01:21] Aelia says, "Ah, sure thing."
[01:21] Sugarboy says, "Alright, everyone rest up"
[01:22] Sugarboy says, "War is on the horizon"
[01:25] Sugarboy would lead his friend back to his little abode, making sure to lock the door behind them. He'd grab a small tea kettle from his bag that he always kept on him. He'd fill it with the purest water he pulled from the air, holding it in his palme, a fire would ignite to bring the water to a boil as he added his tea leaves.

He'd stir up a conversation while he waited for it to brew. "So what are you going by these days, Sophie?" He'd ask turning his head to smile at her.

"Or is it okay if I call you Kiha?"
(Sugarboy)
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[01:30] Tea sounded nice, and she trusted Sugarboy at least, so following him to his home didn't appear too bad. It was a nice home, too, plush and lavish. She steals a luxurious pillow and settles herself down, more than ready to relax and enjoy some tea.

But that shifts, quickly once he calls the lizard her real name. How did he know her actual name and not one of her previous aliases? That one would have at least made sense...Could it have been Azrael?

The mood turns, and her hands go to grip at her illusion-shrouded blade currently appearing as a mana rifle, amber eye locking onto the man. Had she not just won in a spar, she probably would've been more freaked out.

"How do you know? Who told you? How did you find out THAT name? What do you want?

Well, she's definitely not drinking any tea now.
(Aelia)
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[01:42] His smile wouldn't fade, infact he'd start to chuckle. Steam would start to rise from the spout and he would pour two cups for them, even if her body language clearly stated she didn't want any.

"I knew you'd react like that. Don't worry, all I want is to talk, and I mean that. After we parted from gathering crystals, and you said you enjoyed our chat? I enjoyed it as well, I hope you were atleast being honest about that." He'd raise the cup to his lips to take a sip.

"You see, when you were talking of your past, I sympathized a lot with it, because I had been there too, in one way or another. That desire for freedom, but looking for a place where you could fit in, and be yourself. I wanted to talk with you more on the subject when we were in Huang, but Callen Star was there, and truthfully I don't like him, or her, now. But that's neither here nor there, the moment had passed."

He'd let the words hang in the air for a minute, gathering his thoughts before he continued. "I'll be frank, I don't quite like liars.. But, that being said, I understand why you do it. For some people it's a compulsion, a facet of their nature. However, for you it's the difference between life or death, it's about survival because of the situation you're in." He'd nod, affirming the conclusion he came to, his smile ever present.

"But, I wanted to tear away this little veil between us, because honestly, I've come to see you to be a very good friend of mine now, and I'd hate for that to be based on a lie.. Wouldn't you agree?" He'd ask, canting his head to the side curiously as his ocean blue eyes met hers.
(Sugarboy)
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[01:57] She offers an uncertain look in reply, torn between worry and confusion, stress tearing away at the finer control she has over the illusions hiding her face and masking her weapon. Uncanny features shimmering before simply wisping out of existence. Lucious orange locks fading away to instead reveal shorter, soft blue hair.

His words do bring a calm and stillness to the dragon's heart, friendship was indeed something she craved so very badly, though all of her previous childhood friends betrayed her. Perhaps it was simply due to their faith in Azrael.

She returns to a seated position, but it's obvious she's uncomfortable now, still attempting to fully parse the situation, both reptilian eyes flicking about to perhaps spot some sort of ambush that might be coming and ones her paranoia is satisfied, golden gaze returning to her partner.

"...Yes. I am Kiha. Malentine and Alastor both have bounties on me so my caution is needed. I would prefer you not call me as such in public -- as I said before earlier in the square, vampires are shifting their shape and ambushing me. It's getting harder to discern fact from reality."

Her muscles lax and loosen, pausing for another scant few moments before she continues.

"I was being honest about enjoying your company. It's always pleasant to have a chat with someone that doesn't want to murder you to appease a vampire for power.

Again, might I ask how you knew me to be Kiha? I could understand if it was Yuki, but..."
(Aelia)
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[02:09] His smile would widen seeing her true form, especially hearing that she was being genuine about enjoying their chat. He would nod a couple of times, almost excitedly about the trust they were establishing between them, but he would remain calm and collected, like a still pond on a breezeless day.

"You have nothing to worry about, I wouldn't dare call you by your true name in public, and I locked the door to guarantee no one would interrupt us. You are free to check my study and the upstairs if it would sate any suspicions you have. Not even my fiancée, she's been gone for a little bit on a hunt, as she tends to do." He'd gesture to the cup of tea he had poured for her, before taking a sip of his own.

"I'm fully aware of the bounty on your head, but you should know me well enough by now that I don't care for coin. Especially at the cost of a dear friend, or hell, even a mild acquaintance. This world has enough killing and delusional violence as it is, and I don't wish to feed that any further." His voice would be kind, and sincere, however he still danced around her question for the second time.

"I would really rather not give away my sources, for posterities sake.." He'd bite his lip as he mulled it over, swishing his cup of tea around as he looked in it. He'd put together all the little clues in his head to form the best judgement, coming to a compromise.

"You're good friends with Britta too, right?" He'd ask meeting her gaze again, answering her question with one of his own.
(Sugarboy)
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[02:26] "Britta... She mutters out, a frown forming on her face, the faintest hint of disdain showing itself. How could the Neries? She was also aware of the Drakanite's situation.

"That secret wasn't hers to share." Long clawed fingers dance and flick across the ornated hilt of her blade, thoughts mullting over where to take the situation next, golden gaze rising to match the medic's own. Noel. She could only see Noel as she peered at him, the thought of which disarms her, soothing away worries and coaxing tense muscles to relax, grip falling away from her rapier.

"I'm not sure if friends is a good word for it...We work together. Sometimes, that's it.

The lizard didn't need to go upstairs, she simply believed him. He was far too benevolent to lie about that, right? That was the hope, at least. Though that optimism had been stamped on before.

The delightful smell of tea tempts her, the taste of normal food had at last returned for her, having finally broken her addiction to the unholy sweetness of vampiric blood. A quick sip couldn't hurt, right? Famous last words.

Delicate hands reach down and grip at the cup, she doesn't seem to mind the heat radiating off it, her heritage and natural inclination towards fire afforded her some resistance as she sups upon it before setting it back down.

"Okay then, friend. What's next? You know my true name and face now.
(Aelia)
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[02:51] He'd grit his teeth, hearing the relationship she had with the neries. A Miscalculation. He'd relax as the hot tea washed over his pallet, such a soothing brew. He'd nod again, as she asked what came next.

"Well, it'd be a horribly one-sided friendship if I exposed you without revealing some aspects of myself, eh? I'm curious to ask what you know of me, have you take some stabs at my past." He'd start to laugh at the prospect, he was always surprised by what others had to say of him. Typically good things, he did work quite hard to keep a glowing image, especially as a charitable alchemist and a notable medic.

"Where to start.. Well.. I was born on a small island, in the middle of the ocean, raised by a single mother with no siblings. I went out in my boat one day to go fishing, and got caught up in an unusual tide.. I'd soon find out it wasn't a tide, but an incoming tsunami which would wash my home of seventeen years into the ocean." Another sip of tea, it didn't seem like he held any sorrow for the situation, not anymore. So much had happened to him during his time here, so much more than his life before.

"Washed up on the shores of Huangzhao, and spent some time there. I'd run across all of Agartha looking for a new place to call home, but that would be dashed as the Demons rampaged throughout, and soon after the vampires. I would be trapped in Huang without the strength to repel any enemies. I grew restless, irritable.. But I overheard how a Wind Drakanite was forcefed the blood of a vampire, but was rescued by some soldiers and brought in town.. They didn't know how to cure her, and I was just learning medicine at the time.. So I took a stab at it.. I saw her sitting on the bench, and I approached her.." He'd begin with the story of how he met his fiancée, because meeting her was the biggest impact on his life, ever. Everything that happened to him was a result of this chance encounter, as the stars aligned.

He'd look at her, his smile still strong, but a bit of seriousness in his eyes. "I'll go ahead and tell you now.. I have a bit of dishonesty in me as well.. Not quite lying, but I prefer to with-hold information.. And speak in half truths.. But take confidence that I am confiding in you my full story." Disclaimer out of the way, he'd continue.

"I approached her, in my friendly manner, and I didn't bring up how I knew of her condition.. No, instead we actually hit it off quite quickly, becoming fast friends.. We'd spend a night together in an abandoned house and.. I found someone who calmed the raging ocean my soul had became.. She was the home I was looking for, but she sought power, strength.. And she thought she could find it with the vampires. So she would leave without little word. The restlessness I thought was gone came back in full force, so I took up arms, purchased a staff, and struck out to Dawn to look for her. I didn't know at the time, but that's not where she was. After talking to Cho, she pointed me to Baukdengrad, I thought I'd have to fight tooth and nail for her, but I actually managed to swipe her off her feet twice for a date.

It was the third time, when I finally had a house of my own for us that I encountered her vampire master.. Ceridor. I offered my blood, and I could've left.. But he took her with him, and I didn't like that. I lost my cool, and the fire in me took over, and I attacked him." He'd start to laugh.

"It was extremely foolish of me, and I would be defeated and captured. I spent three months in the prison, and Euyitl told me if I cooperated, everything would be fine. And I complied, anything to be with her, right? Well Ceridor would come one day and escort me.. Somewhere.. I don't remember what happened after that but.." If there was any doubt in Kiha's mind that Sugarboy would betray her, he hoped it would be dashed as he made himself even more vulnerable to her as he started unstrapping his armor, exposing his torso. There would be a gnarly T-shaped scar that stretched across his collar bones, and down the center of his torso. He would be silent, letting her see it in full, and react.
(Sugarboy)
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[03:20] Thoughts of betrayal fade away as Sugarboy peels off his armor to reveal his ravaged flesh. Something about him simply eased her. He reminded her far too much of Remy and Noel. Perhaps it was foolish, but she trusted him. Surely history wouldn't repeat itself, again.

The woman follows his motions, stealing a few sips of tea in tandem with her cohort. Warmth filling her core as she savours the flavor. It was wonderful, normal food wasn't something she was used to eating, it's almost novel now.

Vampires. Why did all the problems of the world always come down to the leeches? Almost every story she had heard either involved one of Caine's brood in some form or another. One might think the Agarthan population would get sick of them an exterminate them already.

She listens in quiet contemplation as he speaks, silenting nodding along as he speaks to give him the go-ahead to finish his story. A quant smile offered as she speaks of her love, followed and contrasted by worry as she's stolen away.

And then she shakes her head. Heading to Baukdengrad never ended well for anyone involved, she knows how this story ends: Exactly what had happened to her. Though the names he invokes are old ones, not quite recognizing most of them. Ceridor, though, both Ephiram and Remy spoke of him, brow raising as she attempts to place the name..

A hand reaches out in response to the reveal of his bare chest, a delicate hand attempting to caress scarred skin before she realizes and catches herself, arm instead resting at her side.

"Ah...I apologize. The vampires are...horrible monsters. They do and take whatever pleases them and their power permits such horrid, brazen acts. They've taken everything from me. My mother, sister, my life, my town and my friends...

Sadness claims its due; Face twisting into a frown a quick shake of the head dispelling her thoughts.

"Ah, but I apologize, please do continue -- How is your fiance now? I take it she wasn't...ghouled or turned?"
(Aelia)
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[03:22] A rapping knock is heard upon the door, as a Dryad takes a 'strangler's hand' and taps the wood! She then waits expectantly.
(Yolihuani)
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[03:23] Sugarboy whispers: Oh darn, cahnge back quick
[03:23] Sugarboy whispers: hide upstairs if you need
[03:23] Sugarboy whispers: I'll probably need to use my study
[03:23] Sugarboy whispers: I'll continue in a bit
[03:24] Sugarboy asks, "Oh hey there! What can I do for ya?"
[03:25] Tih-Noctem says, "Pb"
[03:25] It seems the Dryad's knocking has bore fruit! She steps out of the way, wide, round eyes looking towards the Kaor, her stoic face unchanging.
(Yolihuani)
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[03:27] The kaor is an ichor coated mess. Their calloused flesh is stained a sweet violet with corrupting splotches of vile ether tainting the thousands of wounds upon it. Its antler can be seen cut off, a simmering golden upon it, as countless eyes have embed themselves within the flesh of the demon. They are open-- Staring, as their gaze stays locked upon Sugarboy.

"....Now." Was all the demon could handle speaking-- Before entering another, disgusting series of twitches. It seemed the exorcist mana, which radiates from the antler's wound, has seeped into the bone marrow of the demons skull.
(Tih-Noctem)
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[03:28] Tonantzin abruptly walks off.
(Tonantzin)
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[03:34] Blue eyes would widen as he inspected the demon closer. "Oh my, that looks particularly nasty." The doctor could feel the holy energy radiating from his wounds, there would be little he could do about those, but luckily Alderam was nearby with his darkflames flickering around them.

Snapping a finger to the occultist, he'd fall him forward. "Yo Alderam! We're gonna need you for this. I need you to start cauterizing the cuts, make sure to use your black fire, it'll smother out the holy magic that's bringing our dear friend here so much pain."

Delegating the duty to the Demons servant, he'd turn to the dryad. "We're going to need a trauma kit to patch his missing horn. I have the materials for one, but we need it made. Do you think you can do that, or find someone who can?"
(Sugarboy)
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[03:37] The stoic Dryad merely stands nearby, looking from one to the other. The Kaor's wounds are assessed with those wide, inquisitive eyes, not having really looked at the Occult-blessed creature before.

Sugarboy's instructions are heard, considered for a few moments, before a rough voice is spoken, the sprig-adorned Dryad already walking.

"Will look for. Don't believe our smiths are awake, but will search around."

And with that, lanky thing wanders away.
(Yolihuani)
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[03:41] There was another twitch, as Yolihuani passes.

And before long, an ear splitting shriek can be heard from the demon as it throws itself unto all fours-- Every one of the eyes that lay embedded within the demons forearms, chest, shoulders, neck... They seemed to cover every part of the demons body. They open, bloodshot and strained, as a black froth escapes between the demons closed teeth. Yes, this shrieking came from within the minds of the three surrounding it, though temporary. This sudden, violent outburst of the eyes causes them to shut-- Sealing closed, as if they had never existed. There are, however, five enlarged eyes the cling to the demons back, as if attached through some sort of bond.

The smaller slash wounds remain, however, violet ichor seeping from such. It seems to be finished twitching, yet it does not move.
(Tih-Noctem)
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[03:44] Sugarboy says, "Have to operate on a demon"
[03:45] Sugarboy says, "Shouldn't be too much longer"
[03:45] Sugarboy asks, "You don't happen to be able to make trauma kits, do you?"
[03:45] Aelia says, "Uhm, no."
[03:45] Aelia says, "I'm just a scribe."
[03:45] Sugarboy says, "Oh well"
(Okay, and then I healed Tih, Tona summoned a spirit in a necklace, a bit of time passed, talked to moira about her marrying Euyitl and I while Kiha was around, and then finished this scene.)
[15:30] Sugarboy asks, "Now, uh, I hate to be rude, High Priestess, but the conversation we were having is kind of private, if you don't mind?"
[15:30] Moira says, "Certainly."
[15:31] Moira says, "Oh you meant."
[15:31] Moira says, "Oh, okay."
[15:31] Moira says, "Have a nice day."
[15:38] Sugarboy would lock the door as he escorted Moira out of the house, locking the door behind him. He would drop onto the pillow with little grace.

"So Yeah.. I'm seeking to be a water Drakanite.. I've been looking for someone to marry Euyitl and I, and she had expressed an interest in The Path of the Dragon, so I've been helping Moira to get brownie points.. She agreed to marry us on the condition that I received the blessing of the dragons and that I create a pure bloodline with Euyitl" He'd go on to explain.

"And I am more than willing to do this.. My love often manifests in acts of service.. But I am admittedly a little worried to tell Euyitl because.. Well when I was trying to cure her of her vampirism, she told me she didn't want to be cured.. I was confused, but I knew she was my soul mate, so I offered to be a thrall with her.. But she didn't want that for me." He'd let out a sigh, running his hand through his hair again.

"Not that becoming a drakanite is anything like a vampire but.. She told me she'd be happy having a child that took after me, you know.. A human.. And I'm a little concerned that she doesn't want me to change in such a manner.. I'm not sure.. And as I said, I have to speak to her about it."
(Sugarboy)
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[15:45] "Ah, so she IS a vampire. That's odd. I thought Gehennans despised them? ...I suppose love conquers all, after all -- Indeed, the kindest person and most loving person I had ever met was a vampire."

She pauses for a moment. Euyitl. She'd never heard nor seen anyone that went by that name during her stint. How bizarre.

"What clan does she belong to? Why doesnt she hang out with the Invidia's like the rest of the vampires?"

She cracks a genuine smile as he speaks, it was heartwarming, truly refreshing to hear so honest a tale of love in Agartha. Though one thing does strike her.

"...Child? How are you going to have a child with a vampire?"
(Aelia)
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[15:56] He'd smile, shaking his head when she said she had made the full transformation to vampire.

"No no.. She never made it past Ghoul before Ceridor met his demise.. It goes a little into the other half of my tale.. But after I was tortured, I guess the trauma was too great for me to handle, and I developed an unusual case of amnesia.. All my memories were gone.. But I had also lost most of my feelings.. Emotional and physical.. I couldn't feel pain or pleasure, joy, anger or sadness.. I was an emotionless husk who only found purpose in serving a noble house of Dawn who rescued me.. But I'll go into that later." He'd say with a smile as he prepared another kettle of tea as his mana began to return to him.

The doctor seemed to have quite the extensive pool, and it seemed to fluctuate with his emotions, getting stronger the more passionate he was about something.

"I lost my memories and started a new life in Dawn.. And She'd continue trying to grow stronger in Baukdengrad.. However, Ceridor would die, Bauk would fall to Malentine's hands.. And I thought she would return to her home here in Cruxati, but that was also around the same time to Wraith awakened, and destroyed everything.. We were separated for six years, and I couldn't shake the thought she had perished somewhere inbetween.. But I held hope we'd reunite, and we did, in the ruins of Deseti.. I helped her overcome the cravings she had for the blood of Cain, and we'd come here to start our lives anew, so we'll be able to have kids together." He'd say with excitement in his voice as he said the last bit about having kids.
(Sugarboy)
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[16:05] "Ah. Your tale is very similar to mine. My sister and ascended to ghouldom but, our mother was executed the year before she managed to complete her ascension to true vampiric form. I'm glad you were able to get past the nature of a ghoul. My girlfriend loved to...hurt things. She couldn't control her emotions." She shifts slightly, revealing the side of her neck where two small puncture wounds once stood, now scarred over.

"She branded me with this scar to show the world how I belonged to her. I didn't know better back then. You two are strong. Stronger than we were. Akane couldn't handle being "just" a ghoul and ran back to Donovan to be made whole -- instead she was devoured. And all I could do was beg her for more blood, and then she tried to devour me as well."

She heaves a sigh, shamed eyes facing downard as she recants her past, confessing the sins of her addiction and the traumatized family she had. Though it disappears in place of another happy smile. Eyes glancing over his form. She really couldn't imagine Sugarboy to be anyone but the kind, relaxed man before her.

"I'm glad you've found your soulmate. Someone on Agartha deserves to be happy, even if it's not me."
(Aelia)
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[16:25] He'd smile as it seemed they shared similar lives, but it would falter a bit as he found it to have a more tragic deviation. Something he had already expected from the rumors he had heard of the infamous Kiha and Akane. She wouldn't have to say it, but he knew of their mother, how could he not know of Remy after the years spent in Dawn?

No, his past with Remy went further than that. They met as enemies as she tried to capture him and his old friend to be made into thralls. She would be the one that claimed Epsilon's eyes and made him known as the Blind Magi. Sugarboy would get off somewhat luckier with hemoincendia, a temporary boiling of his blood that left him indoors, away from the beach and sun he loved for weeks.

Remy was the one that started the chain of events that lead to Sugarboy being restless in Huang, first trapped indoors as he couldn't bask in the sun, and further worsened when he wasn't strong enough to leave Huang's borders because of the vampire attacks. But it would lead to him meeting Euyitl, funny how things worked like that.

In Dawn he would actually find an acquaintance in Remy, someone to idly chat with and exchange information. Her death had left mixed feelings in the blonde.

"During my time in Dawn.. I became a devout Azraelite.. I didn't know anything of the divine spirits or angels even before coming to Agartha.. And the state I was in in Dawn left me very impressionable.. House Ruger, the house I would be taken in as a retainer, would educate me.. But my faith manifested in a more passive sense.. Azraelism states that this world is unbalanced, unfair, disproportionate in resources.. It is imperfect, and I extended that philosophy to us mortals.. We were all different, being made up of a varying degrees of emotions, sacrifice, and greed.. I thought if I were to truly serve The Morninglord, I would have to first perfect myself.. But over time, through slowly gaining my memories back and reconnecting with friends in Huangzhao, I'd distance myself.. But parts of that philosophy I clung to.. It's given me a great understanding of people, and accepting them." He'd let a sigh out, looking up at the ceiling as he remembered his younger, more naïve self.

"At one point.. I wanted to bring peace to Agartha.. And I thought I could do it by playing my cards right as I travelled between Dawn and Huang, careful with the information I dispersed.. But it was too much, I couldn't do it without endangering myself or aggravating both sides further.. I cared too much about my self preservation and finding Euyitl.. I still believe this world is disproportionate in it's resources but.." He'd close his eyes, a smile on his face.

"I feel like I'm cheating the system when I'm with Euyitl.. Like we hoard all of the happiness in the world, and it only grows with every moment we're together.." He'd look back to Kiha, ocean blue eyes that held a flickering fame in his pupils.

"I'm truly sorry for your loss, the pain you've endured, the people you've lost.. But I've given up on my dream for peace, and taken refuge here to hoard my little slice of heaven, helping anyone I can to hopefully make up for my selfishness and cowardice.. But you.. Through your trials and tribulations, you're making a real difference, fighting against those who plague our world, making it worse, widening that disparity.. And I respect you more than words can express for that.."
(Sugarboy)
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[16:48] She could never hope to guess at or fathom Sugarboy's relationship with Remy, her mother was a mystery to her even whilst she was alive, though the lizard had known the vampire to be nothing short of a saint. Someone that had taken her in when she was little more than an urchin. Shielded her from the blood addiction that was forced upon her by less benevolent vampires, given her a home, a family, a life. And that was all taken once Akane betrayed her.

Was that fair to say? Truthfully Akane hadn't "betrayed" them in the normal sense. Her intentions were pure, even if she was foolish. The road to hell, is as they say, paved by good intentions. She missed Akane still, even if her fate was deserved. But she didn't deserve to die by Donovan. Nobody did.



Blondie. An Azraelite? Really now? The more he speaks the more she's reminded of herself, when she was younger, wanting little more than to help people and make the world a better place. She, too, thought she could help make the world a utopia, free of those like Malentine and Rowan. But reality was too much to deny; Might makes right.

And then it hits her. Such immensely heartfelt words are a freight train and the impact is certainly felt. She's stunned for a time, unable to offer a verbal reply, lip pursing as she struggles to her feat, energy having been sapped from her. She shifts to Sugarboy's side and falls next to him unto the pillow, hugging him "tightly", though her enfrailed arms are incapable of providing any real force at the moment, a single tear trailing down her face.

Was she making a difference? She was helping to fight Dawn -- and failing. She struck at Rowan not for justice, but because she craved for little more than but to die, she just wanted it to be over at last. Maybe in some manner, her assasults on the Dawn patrols were helping, but if they were, she wasn't aware. She felt as though such words were undeserved.

"...Thank you, Sugarboy. I really appreciate you."
(Aelia)
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[17:03] He'd be a little surprised to see her moving, but the hug would be warmly received. He'd wrap his arms around her for not a tight embrace, she was covered in gouges and bandages that were still healing, but it would be a solid and secure embrace.

The two had lead very similar lives, something they both recognized and forged a friendship in. Regardless of her reasoning for what she did, she was making a stand, causing waves that Agartha would feel for a time to come. It was admirable, something the blonde could never do. He had found himself with too much to lose, but perhaps that was her strength.

The hug would be long and silent as they appreciated each other's efforts. Sugarboy would finally speak up, "Perhaps.. After I put some sweet little sugarbabies in this world.. I can join you on your ventures, give you the back up you need to deal the lethal blows and bring about the change we want to see? You fought me, I'm not exactly a push over anymore. And you know you can always come to me with anything you might need.. You're one of the sweetest people I've met on this rock, and I want to help anyway I can.. You don't deserve any of the shit you've been dealt.." His words were a whisper as they still clung together.

"Just promise me you won't die before then, alright?"
(Sugarboy)
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[17:10] Aelia whispers: ...I'll try. Let's head back to the square for now, alright?
[17:13] Sugarboy whispers: Let's, I'll help ya up