Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160927005650/@comment-26517142-20161018064839

Jeiel listens intently. Drinks some more of the tea and laughs shaking her head. "I really have myself drawn to Ozma's tea better. " He spins the contents with a spoon.

"I... can never say Doctor. This thing without a name .... it is still something out of control. Unbound. Unrestrained. I can't exactly know what it wants, what it plans to do. All I'm sure is it feeds on destruction. And it.... seems to hate someone in particular."

Jeiel looks up. Doc notices he was no longer solemn, but placid. Unlike the old Jeiel who would feel angered toward himself in this juncture, he was more firm and prepared for what he was about to face.

"Once it starts to run rampant again... it falls on me now. Being the owner of my own body, it's me who has to take control, not another being made of malice. I can't risk dying. Not again. Not after I've already done so to right my wrongs."

"Besides.... there is no way in heck... I'll die by His hand again. Not after it scarred the Paths already."

True.

Ibrahim and Jeiel look to the side. A hazy form of Cire now sits alongside them, but oddly, she was in a better appearance than when Doc met her a time ago.

She looked like... there wasn't any evil entity to begin with. The glow around her...

"Although I'm the one who manages him from inside your head Danna-sama, it still is up to your willpower."

"Since.. when did you start calling me that?"

"Hmm. I don't understand myself . But I feel compelled to say it." She shrugs.