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trustfell2015-11-21 06:57 pm
forcegalactic) wrote in trustfell2015-11-21 06:57 pm
It keeps happening
[After that horror show of an execution, Mordecai is still restless from the investigation and trial. He has too much pent-up energy, and plenty of others are sure to be upset, too. Ashley was loved by nearly all of them, the trial was mentally draining, and that execution was crueler than it should have been.
Two hours after everyone has returned to their rooms, they'll find a note slipped under their doors.]
We can't go on with empty stomachs. There's food in the kitchen, and the dining room is always open if you need someone to talk to.
Please keep anything outside of eating and civilized conversation away from the dining hall. That room is meant to be a peaceful place for those of us that need it.
-Mordecai Benmont Jiminy
[Today, there's cream of tomato soup warming up on the stove with a set of bowls besides it. It's a more mindless dish to prepare than mashed potatoes, as much as Mordecai wants to vent his frustrations on the potatoes.
He decides to follow Cabanela's tradition and lights one more candle, and after some consideration, lights a sixth. Let those who cared about either girl pay their respects.]
Two hours after everyone has returned to their rooms, they'll find a note slipped under their doors.]
Please keep anything outside of eating and civilized conversation away from the dining hall. That room is meant to be a peaceful place for those of us that need it.
-Mordecai Benmont Jiminy
[Today, there's cream of tomato soup warming up on the stove with a set of bowls besides it. It's a more mindless dish to prepare than mashed potatoes, as much as Mordecai wants to vent his frustrations on the potatoes.
He decides to follow Cabanela's tradition and lights one more candle, and after some consideration, lights a sixth. Let those who cared about either girl pay their respects.]
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[...]
You just...remind me of someone I used to know.
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... So. Who is it?
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[Dio looked hesitant to answer--like he was weighing the benefits and consequences of continuing this line of thought versus simply turning around and leaving. But finally:]
...My mother.
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[she seems to think hard about something for a moment... then, she pats the ground next to her.]
Could you sit down for a moment, please? You're very tall.
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[He gave Sukuyo a confused look--people and their emotions were so strange, really.]
[But it had been quite a long day, he was already exhausted, and the request caught him so thoroughly off guard that he actually found himself complying with it. Later, he'd probably end up wondering what the hell was going through his head, but right now he was just very, very perplexed about everything today had decided to be.]
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[and even if he's a giant, and over a hundred years old... Dio's really just a little boy, isn't it? and that counts, she thinks.
even with him sitting, it's still a bit of a difficulty. she brushes back his hair, leans forward, and gives him a light kiss on the forehead.]
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[Despite his view on the nature of good and evil as no more than a matter of perspective, 'good' people existed in the world. Jonathan Joestar had once been proof of that. Dorothea Brando had been as well. Those who considered only the needs of others, giving with no thought of reward; that was undeniably a force for the concept of 'good'.]
[But what happened to them in the end? They were used to their last breath and beyond, crushed into dust beneath the heel of a world that only saw that selfless nature as something to be taken advantage of. And both his mother and adoptive brother had died uselessly, kind and caring to their final breath even as Dario and Dio respectively had taken everything from them. Now as before, he could easily have twisted this situation. Played to Sukuyo's saintlike kindness, manipulated her into something that could be used for his own ends...]
[...but he didn't.]
['Dio, if you do things like that you won't be able to go to heaven.']
[Silent in the face of a gesture he hadn't been subjected to since he was young and still human, Dio started to understand why Ashley Williams hadn't once tried to blackmail him with all that she'd read in his journal. Because she, Sukuyo, and most if not all of the others...were 'good people'.]
[How stupid of them all.]
[He could have brushed her off, or even outright called her an idiot as he halfheartedly thought she was. But when Dio answered...his voice was strangely sincere.]
That kind of thinking may well be the death of you in this place, Sukuyo Mankanshoku.
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Like I said before, Dio Brando. There's worse things.
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[Leave it to the one called 'Abiding' to think death was the Worst Possible Thing.]
I thought humans were supposed to fear their mortality.
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[shakes head] But, if the choice was between not getting to be myself and living, or being myself and dying, I'd know which I'd want.
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[Without thinking, Dio half-snapped the obvious question he'd never asked his mother and hated Jonathan too much to think to ask at all.]
What makes kindness like that so valuable that you'd prioritize it over even your own life?
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I'm sorry I don't have a good enough answer for you, Dio-san. I've never really thought about it before. It's just how I am.
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[Because to him, the point to life was one's own advancement.]
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If you don't want to be kind to people, I'll just have to be twice as kind for both of us! [that's how it works right]