[You need to be more specific. The Messenger knows too little of human nature to know what he's up to- he might as well be shouting “fuck you” as he fires spells wildly into the desert. She's no Leviathan, but it's so close to the Day of Reckoning that Izunia is testing her.
A cold wind rolls into the station, so unusually cold.]
The Scourge itself was wrought by human wilfulness. Is that kind of ending what you seek? You wish to change the dawn?
Bullshit. The Scourge is the petty revenge of a god snubbed by humanity - the punishment of children for the crimes of their fathers.
[He shows no response to the cold wind, though surely Ignis has felt it.]
The healing abilities of the Oracle line, which remove the Scourge instead of just transplanting it, are proof that the gods could eliminate it any time they wanted, or at least give humanity the tools to do so.
[He is angry. He is beyond angry. But it is a politician's anger, disguised below the surface of dark waters.
Gentiana is not the only one who can be compared to Leviathan right now.]
The only reason that the Dawn exists is because the gods will it to be so. The only reason that Ardyn exists as he does is because I once put my faith in those same gods. And the only reason that Noctis needs to bear the weight of the Chosen King is because those gods won't clean things up themselves.
I am tired of the gods using my family as the vessels for their petty revenge on humanity.
[There is no overt manifestation of power, no summoned Armiger, because that power is bound up in Ignis right now.
And yet a spark of blue power leaves a trail in each of Izunia's steps nonetheless.]
I will stop at nothing to protect my family, or avenge them, should I fail. If I must take on the gods themselves to do so?
[It is her very nature to remain neutral, but her years on the mortal plane have built up one thing and it is this. The line of the Oracle ended with goodness, with selflessness, with the kind of light that inspired the Pyreburner countless centuries ago, and Gentiana can argue against the Nox Fleurets being reduced to stand-ins for the True King.]
The toll on her is just as that of the Chosen King- do not sully her name by thinking otherwise.
[Also, you said some pretty offensive things.]
Even the Second King has forgotten the protection the gods extended when the Pyreburner turned against all. But even if that may be, this is beyond the reach of the gods. The King’s curses will do nothing but jeopardise the one way to save our star.
[In the space between seconds, everything freezes. Ignis pauses mid-step and his mental signal blinks out with it. The Messenger closes the gap between herself and Izunia in two steps, her face impassive despite what was by her standards an outburst, and finally opens her eyes.]
I can see why Ardyn Izunia took on your name. He is expected here soon.
[Cold fingers brush his cheek. It immediately turns Izunia to ice.]
[Oh, ah, that's cold. Thanks for the interruption, messenger.
When he comes to, it's with a harsh snap back to Ignis, like a rubber band stretched to its limit, and that's honestly almost more unpleasant than the freezing.
Well, it's not as though he ever really expected her to listen. She belongs to the gods, even more so than Ignis to Noctis or himself to Ardyn. Of course she would hear nothing against their plans.
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A cold wind rolls into the station, so unusually cold.]
The Scourge itself was wrought by human wilfulness. Is that kind of ending what you seek? You wish to change the dawn?
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[He shows no response to the cold wind, though surely Ignis has felt it.]
The healing abilities of the Oracle line, which remove the Scourge instead of just transplanting it, are proof that the gods could eliminate it any time they wanted, or at least give humanity the tools to do so.
[He is angry. He is beyond angry. But it is a politician's anger, disguised below the surface of dark waters.
Gentiana is not the only one who can be compared to Leviathan right now.]
The only reason that the Dawn exists is because the gods will it to be so. The only reason that Ardyn exists as he does is because I once put my faith in those same gods. And the only reason that Noctis needs to bear the weight of the Chosen King is because those gods won't clean things up themselves.
I am tired of the gods using my family as the vessels for their petty revenge on humanity.
[There is no overt manifestation of power, no summoned Armiger, because that power is bound up in Ignis right now.
And yet a spark of blue power leaves a trail in each of Izunia's steps nonetheless.]
I will stop at nothing to protect my family, or avenge them, should I fail. If I must take on the gods themselves to do so?
Then consider this a declaration of war.
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[It is her very nature to remain neutral, but her years on the mortal plane have built up one thing and it is this. The line of the Oracle ended with goodness, with selflessness, with the kind of light that inspired the Pyreburner countless centuries ago, and Gentiana can argue against the Nox Fleurets being reduced to stand-ins for the True King.]
The toll on her is just as that of the Chosen King- do not sully her name by thinking otherwise.
[Also, you said some pretty offensive things.]
Even the Second King has forgotten the protection the gods extended when the Pyreburner turned against all. But even if that may be, this is beyond the reach of the gods. The King’s curses will do nothing but jeopardise the one way to save our star.
[In the space between seconds, everything freezes. Ignis pauses mid-step and his mental signal blinks out with it. The Messenger closes the gap between herself and Izunia in two steps, her face impassive despite what was by her standards an outburst, and finally opens her eyes.]
I can see why Ardyn Izunia took on your name. He is expected here soon.
[Cold fingers brush his cheek. It immediately turns Izunia to ice.]
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Gentiana can be sporadically spotted on the train by Ignis and co.]
still gotta reply, sorry
[Oh, ah, that's cold. Thanks for the interruption, messenger.
When he comes to, it's with a harsh snap back to Ignis, like a rubber band stretched to its limit, and that's honestly almost more unpleasant than the freezing.
Well, it's not as though he ever really expected her to listen. She belongs to the gods, even more so than Ignis to Noctis or himself to Ardyn. Of course she would hear nothing against their plans.
Still, it hurts.]