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Jeiel racks his head - and remembers.

The time when he had asked for redemption for his sins - and met the cruel blade of the entity Victivius.

''The Paths see the Victivius hold the blade high, upside down, over Jeiel. There is a pause. ''

''It drops. Passing through air. Then flesh. Then the obsidian floor. ''

''It's over before he realizes it has even happened... ''

''They watch as his body turns to black ash, like Circe. In mere moments, even that drifts away, leaving nothing but memories. And as they stare in horror, even ''

''those begin to fade... ''

''"Oh my Gods..." ''

  

<p class="MsoNormal">''<span lang="EN-PH" style="line-height:115%;font-family:Arial,sans-serif;">Circe emerges from the hollows of Jeiel's mind - a small, static illusion of her form, into the gloom. "It would seem... that a Jeiel that is you now assumes the life you've left on Earth. One created from dear Ansherine." <span lang="EN" style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN"> ''

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN" style="mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height: 115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN">"Yes. I remember now.... I tried to pay for my sins.... and for that..."

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN" style="mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height: 115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN">Jeiel looks at Praetor with tears streaming down his eyes. "I... died."

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN" style="mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height: 115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN">"It's true.. that several entities fight to take control of me. But Circe is not one of them. She is... merely my curator. The one in between. She holds the balance. And she isn't the tyrant of Oz's past. The dictator. The oppressor. She's... herself."

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN" style="mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height: 115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN">Circe's glowing seems to radiate. She turns her head away''. "Why do you always vouch for people's sides, seeing only the goodness in them...? Stupid.. Danna-sama."''

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN" style="mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height: 115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN">"I'm not your Danna-sama." Jeiel lifts an open hand, asking the goddess to show him something. As if in response, an image of the Jeiel in the Veritatem, chatting and bonding with the Paths, appears. "Isn't HE the one you serve now? In the first place, you being here...... only you know this truth now. And Praetor..."

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN" style="mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height: 115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN">Jeiel opens his arms, exposing his chest.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN" style="mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height: 115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN">"Do you want to kill me, Praetor? The Jeiel who ruined your mind? Now is the time. Here.. in this forgotten limbo... end me. And leave the Jeiel who lives be. "

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN" style="mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height: 115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN">(DAMN. That is a heavy NEW PLOT.)