Akane's words get Ira to pause. That's right, they did discover that much in their writing, but... so far he's only said things that others didn't know. If anything, he's only been egging on his own Shadow in the only way he knew how--to really get to the heart of the matter. Something that seems to work, as the other him speaks up as well.
"Acceptance, is that what I truly desire?" It asked, looking directly at Akane with its cold, violet eyes. "No, that's not it at all. What I want... is to be remembered."
This stopped Ira in his tracks, dumbfounded even as he hears it himself. "What do you mean by that?" He asked, as if something switched off his initial rage at what the Calamity self had previously said. If anything, he's perplexed and anxious.
"We... were proud, once." It explained, right hand raised to it's chest while it's gaze drops, as if saddened by the mere recollection. "Had a purpose--a destiny only we could have. But all of that was taken away with a flash of lightning, and the shell of what remained in the blink of an eye. Lost to false memories, and then... to her."
It doesn't take him long to realize what it meant by "her", but... the flash of lightning? "...Ruana."
"That's right. Ruana, the girl who destroyed countless worlds to play puppetmaster. The girl we'll never be able to give comeuppance to." It looked away from the others gathered and to his feet, as if it were a small child who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "For the longest time all you craved was vengeance. To give her every painful memory, every death the Tower had given you back to her and the other Admins tenfold. Frankly, I'm tired of it all."
"What I want... is for it to all end." This time, it looked to Saori. "Don't you see yet? This is why we faced the other Sora last Halloween. We wanted to feel like we had a purpose again, even if it was more likely that we would die buying Ventus time to escape than survive with a few bruised ribs."
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"Acceptance, is that what I truly desire?" It asked, looking directly at Akane with its cold, violet eyes. "No, that's not it at all. What I want... is to be remembered."
This stopped Ira in his tracks, dumbfounded even as he hears it himself. "What do you mean by that?" He asked, as if something switched off his initial rage at what the Calamity self had previously said. If anything, he's perplexed and anxious.
"We... were proud, once." It explained, right hand raised to it's chest while it's gaze drops, as if saddened by the mere recollection. "Had a purpose--a destiny only we could have. But all of that was taken away with a flash of lightning, and the shell of what remained in the blink of an eye. Lost to false memories, and then... to her."
It doesn't take him long to realize what it meant by "her", but... the flash of lightning? "...Ruana."
"That's right. Ruana, the girl who destroyed countless worlds to play puppetmaster. The girl we'll never be able to give comeuppance to." It looked away from the others gathered and to his feet, as if it were a small child who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "For the longest time all you craved was vengeance. To give her every painful memory, every death the Tower had given you back to her and the other Admins tenfold. Frankly, I'm tired of it all."
"What I want... is for it to all end." This time, it looked to Saori. "Don't you see yet? This is why we faced the other Sora last Halloween. We wanted to feel like we had a purpose again, even if it was more likely that we would die buying Ventus time to escape than survive with a few bruised ribs."