Go back? [ Naturally, he believes Carmine is talking about being sent to whatever hellish place she's been brought from. ]
Rest assured, no one here will return you to the world you knew before.
Horos, is your home now. [ The process of an Aion's arrival is complex, involving gem-bound souls, destroyed worlds and an entity that brought them here to fight a cosmic war that determined the fate of the known Universe. Even if he's a demon who has sent countless to their deaths, and doesn't particularly care if this woman's end comes now or with the collapse of everything, J knows when to avoid overwhelming someone who might be unable to process a deluge of highly emotional information. So he saves that cozy chat for a time when she isn't begging for him to claim her life. ]
But neither I nor this world can grant your wish, when dying here doesn't offer an end to your existence. [ J doesn't jerk away or disrupt Carmine's attempts at guiding his hand up to a slender throat. If anything, the demon allows the process, watching her struggle to persuade him into conceding to these suicidal demands. But instead of crushing her neck in his grip, J brushes away streaks of the brackish sludge aside with a stroke of his fingers. What he feels beneath this gentle touch is her pulse, the very testament of her life, fluttering just under the skin.
In the dimly lit space, a demon cradles another creature that confesses to sharing a similar profession as his, in cutting short lives in a world that likely exists no more. Some may struggle to see a murderer when looking at the emaciated figure of a woman many sizes too small for her age. Her limbs jagged and her figure bony, showing every sign of a life lived in a constant state of struggle and hardship. But J has seen the worst of mankind. Nothing can incapacitate someone intent on performing wicked deeds beyond a dissipation of their soul. Not age, infirmity or even death. Makoto's revenge towards J is still a work in progress years after his worldly demise.
That she professes such heinous crimes isn't a deterrent in keeping her alive, but a fascinating reason to deny her goals. He wants to see just what kind of killer this little lightning bug is. And if that glow of hers is anything like the beautiful colors of a poisonous creature, giving a warning to the wise to stay away. He can only hope. ]
No matter how many times you try, you'll only be reborn all over again. [ It would take the destruction of her shard to grant that. But he's not going to give someone perched on the edge of suicide-by-proxy a means to end herself. The loss of a precious Aion on his watch may be met with more dire consequences than J cares to risk finding out. ]
cw: discussions of murder
Rest assured, no one here will return you to the world you knew before.
Horos, is your home now. [ The process of an Aion's arrival is complex, involving gem-bound souls, destroyed worlds and an entity that brought them here to fight a cosmic war that determined the fate of the known Universe. Even if he's a demon who has sent countless to their deaths, and doesn't particularly care if this woman's end comes now or with the collapse of everything, J knows when to avoid overwhelming someone who might be unable to process a deluge of highly emotional information. So he saves that cozy chat for a time when she isn't begging for him to claim her life. ]
But neither I nor this world can grant your wish, when dying here doesn't offer an end to your existence. [ J doesn't jerk away or disrupt Carmine's attempts at guiding his hand up to a slender throat. If anything, the demon allows the process, watching her struggle to persuade him into conceding to these suicidal demands. But instead of crushing her neck in his grip, J brushes away streaks of the brackish sludge aside with a stroke of his fingers. What he feels beneath this gentle touch is her pulse, the very testament of her life, fluttering just under the skin.
In the dimly lit space, a demon cradles another creature that confesses to sharing a similar profession as his, in cutting short lives in a world that likely exists no more. Some may struggle to see a murderer when looking at the emaciated figure of a woman many sizes too small for her age. Her limbs jagged and her figure bony, showing every sign of a life lived in a constant state of struggle and hardship. But J has seen the worst of mankind. Nothing can incapacitate someone intent on performing wicked deeds beyond a dissipation of their soul. Not age, infirmity or even death. Makoto's revenge towards J is still a work in progress years after his worldly demise.
That she professes such heinous crimes isn't a deterrent in keeping her alive, but a fascinating reason to deny her goals. He wants to see just what kind of killer this little lightning bug is. And if that glow of hers is anything like the beautiful colors of a poisonous creature, giving a warning to the wise to stay away. He can only hope. ]
No matter how many times you try, you'll only be reborn all over again. [ It would take the destruction of her shard to grant that. But he's not going to give someone perched on the edge of suicide-by-proxy a means to end herself. The loss of a precious Aion on his watch may be met with more dire consequences than J cares to risk finding out. ]