...Crow! Stop!
...I am the one you have been searching for; the ashen phoenix: Aaron.
...You are the one I have been searching for; the lone crow: Faust.
...Before you do anything rash, listen to me. Listen to a part of yourself, me.
As it begins, the beginning of sacrifice. Crow, that is, Faust. You did not sacrifice anything. You lost, gave up, turned away, tossed out, and even gifted; but never sacrificed. You were about to kill Gabriela, my Gabriela. Yours, if you can remember, is long, long death. How I end is just how you begin. How I begin is just how you end. You began with her death at your claws, but isn't that exactly how you got corrupted? Killing her at the behest of no one; devoid of meaning and purpose. Isn't that how you gave up on life? Listen to me, Faust. Listen to yourself for a change, and notice how we can be if you do not commit to a version of yourself. Instead, keep both inside and never turn away from either. Edward tossed you out when he saw no more usefulness, but kept you around in a way. He gifted you with much, yet it gave you nothing of worth. Retract those claws, or pierce me instead. Either way, you and I end here, yet we both begin anew; as one.
...Ok. Listen carefully: Your name is Faust, right? Mine is Aaron. Do you remember that name? The first part, long erased from you. Just as I erased my second part unknowingly, you dispensed with Aaron the moment you got corrupted. Funny thing is: That bug that plagues you, is me. I'm your first part, and you are my second. We never forgot each other. We never sacrificed one another. Your glitches in your memory banks, your fragmentations, are nothing more than my meddling unintentional. My headaches, sudden doubts and stumbles are because of you trying to remember. What scrambles are inside of us, is because they belong there. It's up to us to organize our thoughts, our memories, and be complete again. Leave her, Faust. If you connect with me again, she can transfer us to a single entity. Aaron Faust. Myself and you, as one.
...I never forgot all I did as Crow. And you never forgot all you were as Aaron. We got broken up, that is all. Broken and scattered about this versions of ourselves by him. Erick. Do you still know of that man? What Edward was? I know you do. Thanks to me, I know you do now.
...Come on, Faust. Erick. The man that stands in flames right now. Death, but not gone. He is Erick, not Edward. Not anymore. That is, because Edward is inside of you, right? Behind that black wall in your heart, he waits for it to crumble and be free to start the cycle all over again. To try again and again, with no end this time, his perfect world. He needs you, and I need you. But what is behind the white wall, huh? The Crow? Or Faust? What do you see inside yourself? From what side do you see this black and white obstacle?
...If it crumbles, let it be known that a grey walker was born from the rubble. Neither good nor evil, not night nor day, not a killer nor a martyr.
...I have been chasing after my own shadow all this time. Now I have it in my sights, ready to be taken back to me. But what color will that shadow be? To what side will the wall fall?
...Now is time to make a sacrifice, Faust. I got life, you got time. Erick has humanity, and Edward has mechanical eternity. Who do you side with? Yourself, or him?
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Memory Fragments: Probity
FantasíaWARNING: CONTAINS VERY EXPLICIT CONTENT. The heart is found hidden in the aftermath of choice. An enlightened path gets brighter when humanity is restored by imperfection. Only the darkles of intertwined flesh obscure the void left while casting dar...
