Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160927005650/@comment-26517142-20160929053123

Ercic's grip on herself intensified.

"It would mean..... he finds me weak. And all the more I would desire to kill myself for appearing that way towards the end of my life. "

But....

Jeiel in the vision clenched his fists. Gazed at her in a way Doc realized... was a look someone would place on a struggling woman.

It wasn't pity.

It was worry.

"You did so much to attain power... and now that none is left for your salvation, you're giving up. Killing someone who has given up in life.... isn't that low of someone such as me?"

"Why, Circe?"

Somehow, she knew exactly what she meant.

"When I was human...... I met this aged cripple. I helped her up. And to my shock, he revealed to be..... a divine. I fell flat on my back. I was scared. But I held my ground.

Iznagmi laughed. She told me that mortals always revere at the sight of her, but I was the first who stood in front of her, unmoved. She then told me.. that if I were to become great, people would see me the same. Someone to revere. To look up to.

That began my dream. A dream that.... twisted my ideals. And made me lose.... my best friend.

"Ozma, right?"

Circe nodded.