Thread:DragonNinja01/@comment-38036641-20190118084235/@comment-36159587-20190118092325

Whatever Galaxian had expected, it wasn't this. At first, Kenshin's words registered normally, as they usually did. But as his sensei continued speaking, the words seemed to slow down for the young deity.

He always knew that his sensei was--or had been--an assassin. However, he had always just assumed--that, like Fallon, his teacher killed for what was right.

Galaxian thought that time itself was slowing down. Or was it...his mind? That every word combined into a phrase, and into a sentence, and each paragraph that he was hearing right now? What was this feeling--like it was familiar, somehow, the hollowness and weight of each word as it plunked into the depths of murky waters?

His own memories seemed to be resurfacing, and though that would usually make him space out, this time, it did not. Instead, they combined, into reality and visions. He remembered...

Something a while back, as he searched for the plains that would become the first location of his very first training session with Kenshin, and Rune, scouring through the entire Medieval Sect.

There was something in those ruins in the mountains that had drawn his attention. Not anything like usual, like a simple blade of grass, or a cloud in the shape of a banana or something supernatural, or at least it seemed to him. It was just that...feeling.

Of course, he could tell that destruction had happened there, but to him, this was normal. Creation came with Destruction, and in a land such as Forengard, destruction seemed to rival, if not surpass, its counterpart. Galaxian had already seen this clearly, even with the remaining bloodlust in the atmosphere. It wasn't the slight scent of death that still lingered on, whispered by the wind.

But a mark had caught his attention. It, too, was faded away, but its mark--literally and figuratively--had stayed. Galaxian could feel it, it caught the god's attention--but for what reason, he couldn't say.

And now, as Kenshin--as his sensei--described what had happened: The burning, the destruction, the mark--everything--Galaxian felt like a chord inside him had been struck.

He had been standing on the spot that his sensei, in the past and different as he was now, had been standing on, perhaps even as Kenshin traced the marking that signed his role in the destruction?

The god of loyalty, life, and the Cosmos felt the burden of this realization at once. That night, just before discovering that mark, what had he said to Kenshin:

"You seem very dependable and trustworthy."

Even as his feelings dawned on himself--that he hadn't read Kenshin's expression wrong at the time, that all the instincts he had ignored were correct, the warnings that had been foretold, anything, everything--the god, Galaxian, still knew. He still believed in his sensei. And just as he had said at the time, he still believed in it. But now, he knew it, and it wasn't just that it seemed like it.

He didn't really care that he was the god of life. That would have meant that he would have shunned his sensei from his life forever. Galaxian was not going to do that.

Instead of moving away, the deity moved next to his Sensei, and looked into Kenshin's eyes.

Oh, GGaD, one of Galaxian's long speeches.

''Kenshin-sensei. Don't talk about wanting to end your own life in front of me. Loved ones...those we care about...they stay by our sides. They accept what we've done, and they don't leave. They move on, with you. That is, if you were expecting me to leave you, drift away, because you did all that in the past...you're wrong, Sensei. I expect Rina-san to see this as well. He looked down, the darker shade in his eyes swirling a bit in optical illusion. A person isn't always defined by his or her past actions, Kenshin-sensei. If it were that way, then we wouldn't be able to look forward, to what we're able to do. Rina-san herself was trapped by her past. She was haunted by what happened that day. She had been living by herself, right? She struggled to survive. All she saw of the world was bad. But, Kenshi brought her back into a happier life. You may have once been the cause of it all--but you also put a stop to it. You've changed, and that's what matters. I'm sure that she can and will see that. You've changed her, in good ways and bad. Not just bad.''

Galaxian stopped here slightly, waiting to see his teacher's response.