Metanoia

The journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life.

Three sets of footsteps walk down a hall, fast paced, yet careful. It sounds as if these people aren't meant to be here.

A man wearing a helmet walks out of a room looking both ways. Before his gaze stops on the group, he motions them to rush into the room. The three are skeptical but run in without saying a word. The man waits outside the door, closing it for a bit. Conversation could be heard outside. Whoever this man is knows something and literally saved them. After a while he comes back in with a tea set. Skate is the first to talk.

"How the fuck did you know we were there, and why the hell did you take us in?"

The man says nothing as he sits down in a chair, signaling to the three to take a set as well.

"Well you found me. I knew you would be here. As I've known forever."

"What do you mean?" Rocket takes a seat, in one of the chairs. Taking in the room, it seemed like some sort of oracle, or fortune telling room."

He looks over to Sword despite the fact his face is concealed he can tell this man knows something he shouldn't.

"You're a prophet, aren't you?"

"Smart you are, Sword . Smart you are." He nods, as Skate takes a seat. "I'll tell you the things you need to know. But we must be quick."

The three notice the change in the man's tone as he says Swords name. Rocket and Skate look off to the side, it's clear things are still tense. It takes a moment before Sword sits down. It's instant that the lights go out, and the prophet holds his hands over the table, everyone's vision blurred out in a fog.

"I am Seraph. I know it all. However, what you seek. What you wish to be the outcome of this horrible situation you face, it is not something I am familiar with. I will likely be of little help. However, maybe I can set you on a better path."

Rocket looks at him shocked. "What do you mean you're not familiar with it? If you know all-"

"He means the outcome we so desire isn't something we can obtain. . ." Sword puts a hand on his shoulder, causing the other to tense up a bit, however he leans into him for comfort regardless.

Skate looks over at the two. The change in scenery due to Seraph's power shielding them from seeing anything other than what Seraph wants them to. It puts him on edge just a little bit, knowing they're in a place they are very much not welcome in.

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Rocket

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Rocket mind is flooded with a sea of flowers and it overwhelms him a tad bit.

"Relax, here's what I see for you."

The voice of Seraph echos in his mind as he walks among the flowers coming to a stop as he hears two people walking down a path chatting. It was him and Sword? It takes him a moment, but he realizes this is the point in time he realised he had feelings for the man.

"I'm surprised by the fact he lets you follow in his footsteps as a Phighter."

The two were likely having a conversation about Zuka.

"Yeah! I mean he knows he can't really stop me from wanting to be like him. He thinks it's a bit stupid and I should be my own person. But I really look up to him and I want to incorporate that into myself."

Rocket smiles softly. This was a good memory. However the skies go red, and the younger versions of him and Sword fade from existence. Rocket turns around seeing himself, and another. The figure is familiar however blurred out. He seems himself leaning against them, realization hits, he'll likely never end up with Sword.