Oh, Rapture... isn't that too cruel, even for you? These humans you need so badly... are you saying they're only worth anything to you so long as they're dirty and miserable and impure?
[ Her wings beat, lifting her off her feet. She rises up, up, into the gnarled embrace of the Tree and settles herself down on one of its branches. ]
Actually... isn't the miserable one you?
[ Blink – she's gone. Her voice still resounds though and – ah, there she is. Higher in the tree, vanishing and reappearing among its branches as she speaks. ]
Woeful and incomplete and desperate for love... a Beast like that surely must be miserable. That's why you can't stand my Garden. You don't want to be loved by something pure – you want someone like you to lick your wounds. Isn't that right?
[AIOS- the Beast of Rapture- does need people. She needs to stand tall. She needs to stand taller than anyone else, stronger than anyone else, above anyone else. She has to prove her greatness, because being greater than others is how she defines herself.
... Woeful and incomplete and desperate for love. It's not wrong. She craves the adoration. The "Rapture" of her name is the rapture she desires to induce in others- That everyone is enraptured by her, and gives her the adoration she craves.
Even so...]
No. I don't want that. I don't need anyone to lick my wounds. What I want is the struggle. The victory. To stand highest, the tallest flower, blooming atop the highest mountain, who has destroyed any others who dare come close.
You, on the other hand, want a miserable "equality", don't you? An equality where you give everyone everything they want... Until their souls rot away, and they stop thinking. You'll reduce them to animals, as long as you can keep giving them that love.
[The kaleidoscope of AIOS' eyes spin, a four-dimensional matrix searching Akasha for the correct information. And as it does, the glowing blue holograms in her hair ties twist and warp, changing and morphing- Virtual horns, great pale-blue holograms of light.
Advent Beast.
... There is a way out of this. No, she already has a way out of this. She just has to seize the correct instant. A great, cyan and golden bow appears in her hands, synthesized from Akasha.]
I want to crush them. Because I want them to be the best versions of themselves when I crush them. I want to use humanity as fuel to push me to further, greater heights. That is the 'love' I bear for humanity.
But your love is empty. You don't care who you're giving love to, do you? Even if humanity stops thinking or growing... Even when you've turned them into pitiful lumps of flesh with no thought or soul, you'll still give them that empty, pointless love.
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[ Her wings beat, lifting her off her feet. She rises up, up, into the gnarled embrace of the Tree and settles herself down on one of its branches. ]
Actually... isn't the miserable one you?
[ Blink – she's gone. Her voice still resounds though and – ah, there she is. Higher in the tree, vanishing and reappearing among its branches as she speaks. ]
Woeful and incomplete and desperate for love... a Beast like that surely must be miserable. That's why you can't stand my Garden. You don't want to be loved by something pure – you want someone like you to lick your wounds. Isn't that right?
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... Woeful and incomplete and desperate for love. It's not wrong. She craves the adoration. The "Rapture" of her name is the rapture she desires to induce in others- That everyone is enraptured by her, and gives her the adoration she craves.
Even so...]
No. I don't want that. I don't need anyone to lick my wounds. What I want is the struggle. The victory. To stand highest, the tallest flower, blooming atop the highest mountain, who has destroyed any others who dare come close.
You, on the other hand, want a miserable "equality", don't you? An equality where you give everyone everything they want... Until their souls rot away, and they stop thinking. You'll reduce them to animals, as long as you can keep giving them that love.
[The kaleidoscope of AIOS' eyes spin, a four-dimensional matrix searching Akasha for the correct information. And as it does, the glowing blue holograms in her hair ties twist and warp, changing and morphing- Virtual horns, great pale-blue holograms of light.
Advent Beast.
... There is a way out of this. No, she already has a way out of this. She just has to seize the correct instant. A great, cyan and golden bow appears in her hands, synthesized from Akasha.]
I want to crush them. Because I want them to be the best versions of themselves when I crush them. I want to use humanity as fuel to push me to further, greater heights. That is the 'love' I bear for humanity.
But your love is empty. You don't care who you're giving love to, do you? Even if humanity stops thinking or growing... Even when you've turned them into pitiful lumps of flesh with no thought or soul, you'll still give them that empty, pointless love.