[Peach will find her on the path of the garden, weeping. There's a stutter to her voice that doesn't quite sound natural, like a record skipping. She can't, she can't, she can't--]
Please... pl̸̲̜̅ë̷́̊̿ase...
T-There has to be something I can do to stop this... something, anything...! H-He's innocent, I can't just sit and l-ļ̶͝͝e̵͕̠͒́t̵̜̖̕ him die...!!
H-h-he's only a ç̷̡͇͇͉͙̤͖̹͎̭͚̗̭͇̱̲̼͚̣̦̻̻̭̌̔͛̂̅͗͊̅̂́̊̾̿͒͐̅̓̌̒̌͛̔̇̀̍͜͜ͅh̸̛̪̙͖̿͋́̊̌̔̂͂̀͛̀̀̋̓̈̀͂̍̆́̄͌͆̎̆͑̅̆͝͠͠͠ī̷͈͙̟̪̙̣̭̩͕͜ͅl̴̡̨̧̡̛̛̼͓̩̬̯̤̪͍͖͇̠̦̲͕̜̹̹̹̻͉̫͎̞̙̣̤̼̯͙̟̾̔̀̓̑̽͗̓̔̊̍̊̉͑̈́́́̈̿̊͆̎̂̚͘̕͘̕͠͝͠ͅd̵̟͙̝͙̪̭͙͍͍̪̝̰͚͍̥͉̰̲̀͐̐̒̉̄̇̍̔̾́̊̍̓͒̍̈́͊͘͘̕͠͝--
[It hurts. It hurts, more than it ever did in the games. How she could ever break the Laws to begin with, she never could parse. She remembered how it felt to anguish, to feel higher processes straining to hold themselves together, the first time she actively allowed someone to die.
But this... to let an innocent die, a true innocent, with no other purpose or plan other than horrible, horrible chance that had brought him back from death only to let him die again... Whatever part of her that had let her bypass her orders on Earth now scrapes at the inside of her mind like a screwdriver on glass, so familiar to the conflict that had driven her to risk death for the sake of a little boy's life.
Except now... she has no escape. She sees the confines of her quantum home, knows it still by heart, and yet there are no cameras, no logs, no other occupants. It's her, and only her, and her body trembles with the effort to rationalize any part of this decision.
So all she can do, all she can find herself the energy to do, is to clutch her hands to her chest, and beg.]
Please.... please, I'll talk to Master Blue i-i-if I have to, I-I'll take his place--- p-please don't let me have to sit and watch another person die...
[Her expression is neutral, unsure of what to say as she watches the woman in front of her fall apart. Of course she knows of Luna's true nature. They're meant to know the specifics of their guests, after all. She watches and she listens before she's shaking her head slowly.]
There are things you don't understand yet, Luna. I'm sorry...I truly thought you would find who was responsible. But these are the rules. This is how it must be for now.
It is my understanding that you'll come to find an answer of your own as time moves on. Asch...isn't safe right now. This is better for him than the potential alternative. You have to understand that.
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Please... pl̸̲̜̅ë̷́̊̿ase...
T-There has to be something I can do to stop this... something, anything...! H-He's innocent, I can't just sit and l-ļ̶͝͝e̵͕̠͒́t̵̜̖̕ him die...!!
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Luna...[Yikes. ] I'm sorry. This is how the rules are.
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[It hurts. It hurts, more than it ever did in the games. How she could ever break the Laws to begin with, she never could parse. She remembered how it felt to anguish, to feel higher processes straining to hold themselves together, the first time she actively allowed someone to die.
But this... to let an innocent die, a true innocent, with no other purpose or plan other than horrible, horrible chance that had brought him back from death only to let him die again... Whatever part of her that had let her bypass her orders on Earth now scrapes at the inside of her mind like a screwdriver on glass, so familiar to the conflict that had driven her to risk death for the sake of a little boy's life.
Except now... she has no escape. She sees the confines of her quantum home, knows it still by heart, and yet there are no cameras, no logs, no other occupants. It's her, and only her, and her body trembles with the effort to rationalize any part of this decision.
So all she can do, all she can find herself the energy to do, is to clutch her hands to her chest, and beg.]
Please.... please, I'll talk to Master Blue i-i-if I have to, I-I'll take his place--- p-please don't let me have to sit and watch another person die...
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There are things you don't understand yet, Luna. I'm sorry...I truly thought you would find who was responsible. But these are the rules. This is how it must be for now.
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[It's still a pleading beg.]
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