Reika Rikudou (
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retrospec2018-03-21 11:21 pm
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[She couldn't help but make a post after remember certain things, even if it's been a while.]
Children are odd creatures, aren't they? Running around as if they own everything around them. It's actually adorable. Their sincerity, their innocence... I've worked with them for years but I've never quite realized that's why.
Maybe it's because I've started remembering the child I had in my previous life. Speaking of which, if anyone has seen a silver-haired girl around twelve or so with multiple facial scars please let me know. I'm afraid I don't even remember her name yet.
It would be a shame to be kept in the dark about her.
Children are odd creatures, aren't they? Running around as if they own everything around them. It's actually adorable. Their sincerity, their innocence... I've worked with them for years but I've never quite realized that's why.
Maybe it's because I've started remembering the child I had in my previous life. Speaking of which, if anyone has seen a silver-haired girl around twelve or so with multiple facial scars please let me know. I'm afraid I don't even remember her name yet.
It would be a shame to be kept in the dark about her.

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That person, her myth is new.
A person who's identity was never found out and was famous for it.
Kei, I know we said monsters couldn't be summoned but could a human monster be?
She said her name was Jack the Ripper.
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The myths of our world and the myths of the one we came from don't need to be the same.
[ Which made all of his Googling worthless, but... a human monster, hm? He pauses to reread the original message and the memory that she regained of her daughter. To know the name of the Heroic Spirit-- ]
The woman of your memories knew who she was.
Yet she still felt that soft and loving warmth. [ All I can do is poison you with hope. ]
Monsters are incapable of giving anything real to anyone.
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A cut across the abdomen.
A human sacrifice.
Even the ability to heal such wounds, Jack the Ripper was said to be a doctor.
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Yes, that warmth was real but I wonder.
I do wonder.
A serial killer is a monster of a sort no matter how you put it.
But she did save me.
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But she is just a child, right?
And if she is a child summoned, that means she died that young.
Shall we split the difference and forgive her?
Or will you condemn her?
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I honestly don't know.
I do know that even if I can't condemn her I can't call her a hero.
Maybe a personal one but not one worth being a Heroic Spirit.
I do think you're right: the ritual must have gone wrong.
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I don't know much about that class.
But one would assume most there would not be what one could call "heroic" by normal means.
However, her myth and legend is known.
That alone names her as one.
The ritual may have gone wrong, but the decision of what to do remains yours.
To decide to see the future memories painted in red, or white, lies on you.
It may end up being something in-between, but it is still yours to decide.
And if she lives in this city, if she exists here and not yet awakened to who she is, that is also something to think about.
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Even the Minotaur can be excused based on circumstance.
My personal stances on her as a person aside, that is something that can't change.
Murder can't be glorified so I can't call her a Hero.
That said, she is still a child.
She's still my child or at least the child of that woman.
It's complicated.
I'm starting to see how you would call the War mad.
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I merely wished to make things easier on you.
But you are right.
She is your daughter, and you felt the desire to know her more.
If she exists in this world, you could save her.
If not, you can use what you know to save Luna.
Indeed, the Holy Grail War is madness.
And you may be part of another War than the one I am in.
Because the Assassin in the War I am in is an adult male.
In a way, I am relieved.
But now that means there are at least two worlds with this madness happening.
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Either way, at least I know myself a little more.
Oh? Well, that's definitely odd.
More than one.
The madness is spreading...
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Yes, it is spreading.
Something odd is going on.
I can't understand it.
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I can't say that I will for certain but I will try.
This whole situation is odd.