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[confined_to_briah]

( A bright, blinding light fills the sky. After a moment, the outline of three big wings can be seen against the horizon before the owner of said wings...falls. She hits the ground, leaving an obvious dent in the pavement. )

Returned...? ( Her voice is remarkably unfazed. ) Setsuna...is dead? ( That must be the case. Otherwise, why would she be...here? ) The cycle has been broken. I am myself again.

He must have succeeded. ( She sits up and looks at the sky, her expression conflicted. ) I can't recall what became of him or what became of Heaven. Even Rosiel's fate is unknown to me.

( Brushing off the rubble, she stands up and extends her wings to their full extent. )

Earth, I am the Organic Angel Alexiel and I require information. Tell me everything you know about Heaven's current predicament. Tell me of the war and what you have seen.

( Her gaze falls on the recording device and she picks it up, blowing the dust off of the screen. )

Do not fear me. I have no desire to harm you. But I must know. ( She closes her eyes tightly, fighting back a grimace. ) Please.

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[confined_to_briah]

They sound no different from god. ( The cruelty is the same; the senselessness too. ) What have you personally experienced?

( He reminds her somewhat of Rosiel. It seems she won't be allowed to let go of her brother - not that she wanted to in the first place. )

I have been repressed for lifetimes. Now that I'm fully awake, I will fight for myself and everyone else. ( Even if she ends up bloody and torn. )

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They are no different. Except for the fact that you can - on occasion - speak to them. Make trades of sorts.

[ She - isn't the first one to compare him to Rosiel. It's why Setsuna keeps Karl's company, despite his better judgement. Or Kira's warnings. ]

Being turned into a child. Having my senses toyed with. My very speech altered. [ A sneer. ] They even showered pictures of my life around the City. But if they hoped to embarrass me, it failed spectacularly.

[ Fight for herself and everyone else? Piqued. You're beginning to remind him of someone he knows. Someone who left the City - and left him fuming and half-feral in her wake. ]

Even if they are thankless? Undeserving?

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[confined_to_briah]

I would never sink so low.

( Despite what her past actions might reflect, she does have her pride and making trades with those who harm others and imprison her would never impress her. )

No one deserves to be treated that way. ( Her expression softens into something like empathy. )

Everyone deserves their freedom.

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When desperate - in despair - some will try anything.

[ He did. But the trade was a double-edged sword. He got nothing but agony and failure out of it. ]

...They do. Be it freedom to live their lives. Or to die in peace.

[ He was brought here after his death. A coveted suicide. Is maddended - always - by how there's no escape here. The dead simply return, their sufferings for naught. ]

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[confined_to_briah]

I know that feeling. I have wanted to take my fate into my hands so many times. But I cannot forget myself or what matters to me.

( See? There's always a downside. )

Those things matter. It doesn't matter if they thank me or even care. I believe everyone deserves the freedom to discover their own happiness and their own peace.

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[ He huffs out a short laugh. Uncanny deja vu. ]

A mission fit for a saint. Or an angel. [ Which she is. ] But most have remained in bondage so long. It's all they know. Even if you free them, they'll crawl back to their masters. Like whipped dogs.

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[confined_to_briah]

Then their masters will be eliminated. ( Either metaphorically or literally. In order for the cycle to be broken, the masters must either convert or stop existing. )

They must learn to stand on their own - even if it takes a long while.