[Frederic sighed, setting his pen atop the paper he had been scribbling on, gaze going distant and thoughtful.]
I don't expect to be forgiven for what I did. The fact that Polka has without so much as a second thought to the matter is nothing short of a miracle.
Yes. You are my friends. I realize that now, but when I took in the sheer destruction wreaked within a world I had so thoroughly convinced myself I had control over a moment of weakness and intense sadness overtook me.
At that moment... I saw nothing but pain and death. I wasn't prepared to feel such heartbreak, and thought the only way to correct it was to take myself out of the equation entirely. If I was the deciding factor, then the only thing I could do was be forced to wake before the destruction continued.
[His hand lifted, fingers pulling away from his palm as if he was reaching out to someone unseen in front of him. Truthfully it was nothing more than a memory, the very memory that convinced him he was the one who had created that world.
After all, Polka was everything Emilia had been, and everything he wished she could have become, yet still bound by the same cruel fate to die at such a young age.]
I couldn't wake myself. That was not an option to me any more. But I couldn't simply explain away the need to die then and there. Attempting to take my own "life" in that world, as it were, wouldn't have yielded the proper results.
[Hand lowered again, he turned his gaze to Viola, looking upon her with the eyes of a man much more older than his thirty-nine years.]
Again, I don't expect forgiveness, but I had to have you all turn against me in order to accomplish that goal...
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I don't expect to be forgiven for what I did. The fact that Polka has without so much as a second thought to the matter is nothing short of a miracle.
Yes. You are my friends. I realize that now, but when I took in the sheer destruction wreaked within a world I had so thoroughly convinced myself I had control over a moment of weakness and intense sadness overtook me.
At that moment... I saw nothing but pain and death. I wasn't prepared to feel such heartbreak, and thought the only way to correct it was to take myself out of the equation entirely. If I was the deciding factor, then the only thing I could do was be forced to wake before the destruction continued.
[His hand lifted, fingers pulling away from his palm as if he was reaching out to someone unseen in front of him. Truthfully it was nothing more than a memory, the very memory that convinced him he was the one who had created that world.
After all, Polka was everything Emilia had been, and everything he wished she could have become, yet still bound by the same cruel fate to die at such a young age.]
I couldn't wake myself. That was not an option to me any more. But I couldn't simply explain away the need to die then and there. Attempting to take my own "life" in that world, as it were, wouldn't have yielded the proper results.
[Hand lowered again, he turned his gaze to Viola, looking upon her with the eyes of a man much more older than his thirty-nine years.]
Again, I don't expect forgiveness, but I had to have you all turn against me in order to accomplish that goal...