The Watchers step forward in unison as the barrier falls, the same as they had with the verdict against Rochalizo. With their presence and a sheen of light and Dust, before the uninvited participants can weave amongst the crowd gathered, the spectres are forced to disperse from the tundra. Their reactions after the light fades vary - Satariel's fist curled tightly at their side, Yomiel frowning in quiet resignation, while Rameel doesn't have anything to say or to add and instead just looks beyond all of this, but it's clear to them that this is the end.
The cherry blossoms come to settle as blood stains the snow, a blending of petals on crisp and stark white, and Philia shimmers into golden Dust, fading on the wind before she even comes to the ground. The sword and snowglobe both disappear much like the broom had after they were chosen, and it seems like nothing will be left behind.
And that includes the executed, Rochalizo's body turning to Dust like much his daemon - and then there's nothing left.
Rochalízo Anastegamós Neiye-Imisukin Emarika Antípatros Apó Amonlogia is dead. He deserves the courtesy, at least, in death.
The laughter from before returns, echoing, before the unknown but newly familiar voices turn to song again:
to grow up selfish is to do what it takes to get what you want, no matter the stakes. for country or family, no cost is too great - except, maybe, the soul, carrying all of that weight. killing a friend to put the greater good first - isn't that simply proof that he is the worst? and yet, when faced with the chance to walk free, still he fights for what's right, so desperately, to save another friend who deserves not despair. this is his courage, how he shows that he cares. that bears more weight than a mere, fleeting grudge, for all that this one ever wanted was love.
After the Dust clears, and the song ends with more of that laughter, the Watchers will disappear in a shift of time around them. Kaeya and Polaris are left alone in the heart of the tundra with nothing but anger to keep them warm.
REMEMBER -
The cherry blossoms come to settle as blood stains the snow, a blending of petals on crisp and stark white, and Philia shimmers into golden Dust, fading on the wind before she even comes to the ground. The sword and snowglobe both disappear much like the broom had after they were chosen, and it seems like nothing will be left behind.
And that includes the executed, Rochalizo's body turning to Dust like much his daemon - and then there's nothing left.
Rochalízo Anastegamós Neiye-Imisukin Emarika Antípatros Apó Amonlogia is dead. He deserves the courtesy, at least, in death.
The laughter from before returns, echoing, before the unknown but newly familiar voices turn to song again:
to get what you want, no matter the stakes.
for country or family, no cost is too great -
except, maybe, the soul, carrying all of that weight.
killing a friend to put the greater good first -
isn't that simply proof that he is the worst?
and yet, when faced with the chance to walk free,
still he fights for what's right, so desperately,
to save another friend who deserves not despair.
this is his courage, how he shows that he cares.
that bears more weight than a mere, fleeting grudge,
for all that this one ever wanted was love.
After the Dust clears, and the song ends with more of that laughter, the Watchers will disappear in a shift of time around them. Kaeya and Polaris are left alone in the heart of the tundra with nothing but anger to keep them warm.