Arc-realm Multiverse (On Hiatus)

Origin: Rite of a Courier PT3

Helix In! Time to get this started!

"They did what they could." Jeanne says

Morrowind meanwhile, was in thought, "Back then, I never knew what caused me to go that length..." he mutters behind the mask.

Artoria stands up, walking to Morrowind and stands right in front of his table.

Both Peach and Morrowind looked at the Matriarch. "Yes?" Morrowind asks.

In a swift motion, Artoria throws her arms around the armored man and starts to cry. "Thank you! Thank you for saving one of them!"

Peach snickers to see her friend freeze up

"Is this what you humans refer to as a hug? And if so, why are you doing it with me?" He asks her. 

Artoria moves away from him, wiping away some tears. "Yes that was a hug, and it was a thank you for saving our blood line."

"Hmmm, couldn't you have just said Thank you? Or it couldn't be said in words?" Morrowind asks

Artoria sighs shaking her head, all with a small smile on her face. Turning around she joins her husband who wraps an arm around her, keeping her close.

"Hmmph. I've still got a long way, don't I?" He remarks as Peach nods.
"That's true, but you got a friend that'll help you out." She says as he nods, he definitively does. 

"47, why did you disobey?" The squad leader asks as it and all Morrowind's comrades glare at 47 and to the child.

"To deliver a final send-off to the Usurpers, sir!" 47 answers.
"Then why did you have a human child, but only that, but a child of the usurpers? A fitting punishment would be to let their entire family die, the parents would lament what they have done." The squad leader demands and explains, pointing to the human child, who was cowering behind 47.

47 seemed to look around the place, wondering what sort of answer will be sufficient. "To give the illusion to the Usurper that all of her offspring and her fellow sorcerer died, more punishment and grief for her, just as you have." 47 says as the Squad Leader nodded. 

"Fine, but we are not caring for that child, either you take care of it, or find someone that can care for the child, otherwise, this one would've ordered you to kill it." The squad leader says as 47 bowed in response.

"Yes sir." 47 says as it-he felt something within it's soul. A sense of light-heartedness or being humble... "Let's go!" The leader says as they leave 47 to it's own devices.

47 soon gets up on his saddle and calmed the beast with him. "January, no, don't." He says to his stead as 47 looked at the girl, who seemed to be wearing a blue dress. "What is your name?" 47 asks as the girl slowly woke up..."

"Demetria...Demetria Arc, and where's my family?" She asks "In a better place now." 47 answers as he gets his beast to ride somewhere.

"That's the name?" Jeanne asks

Beth is seen with a small note pad writing away like a mad woman, connecting lines, setting up theories that could soon be confirmed.

"Sir, where are you taking me?" She asks. 

"Somewhere someone can take care of you." 47 answers. 

"Why not you? You saved me..." Demtria asks, no answer...

Artoria nods. "Yes...he could have taken care of you."