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The forest is quiet, and almost trackless - who needs a trail, after all, when the only person who ever passes this way is a single flesh eater, coming and going from the tower in the distance?

(But this story does not begin with Kratos Aurion was a blade.)

It begins, instead, with two blades in a remote forest, the same way another one ended, in the distant past. A blade of justice, and a flesh eater driver, seeking audience with the Aegis who is rumored to reside in the tower. And the story starts, just as the other ended, before they ever reach the tower.

Ether flows through the air - light-aspected, with hints of water and wind - and converges on a point. The crystalline structure doesn't look so different from the trees and underbrush that surround it, save for the fact that it glows white with a brilliance that's visible even in the direct light of the sun.

(The last story began, Van Grants was a blade.)

(It was not a happy story.)

Near the 'roots' of the tree, there is another core crystal to be found. Although it seems broken, it pulses with a dull red glow, indicative of the blade inside being ready (perhaps more than ready) to manifest again. Equally clearly, it has not been disturbed in a very long time - only the glow separates it visually from the natural stones around it, moss and dirt breaking up the too-square outline.

To those who can sense ether, however, it is practically a beacon. And to those who can see the threads of fate...

(This isn't the story of the Aegis. But there's a thread tied here, nonetheless, that hasn't disappeared.)

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"I never met him personally," Asch says, to head off the disappointment (he feels that curiosity in the resonance, one of the first things Jade has really let slip through - Mythra blares her emotions much louder than he does, and indeed much louder than Asch himself). "I wasn't really in a position to be running in the same circles as royalty."

(There's not even surprise that Jade killed his - their? - former driver. He expected that, on some level, because there's only so many ways to become a flesh eater, and ultimately even fewer reasons, even if the details differ. Wanting to live, or wanting your driver to die, or both.)

"But by reputation, he was a good man, probably the best that could have come out of that succession crisis. Progressive, cared about the people - resistant to war, and put a stop to a lot of blade experiments that his father had been running when he took the throne." That's the main thing Asch knows about his policies directly, admittedly. Karl was the one who started the Hod research facility; Peony was the one who shut it down. "As far as I knew last, he hadn't married. You were his blade for at least twenty years, starting when he was fairly young, since he was in his middle thirties the last I knew of him."

As for the more personal... "He allowed you a great deal of freedom to move around, effectively making you military ambassador. When you offered to find me a less bastard driver, I think you intended him to help, but that's just a gut feeling. You seemed to like who you were with him better than your driver before him."

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The more Asch speaks the less and less settled Jade feels. And that's ridiculous, frankly, how information about the blade he was nearly a thousand years ago can unsettle him so thoroughly. Jade does what he can to keep the sudden flare of his jealousy and fury out of the emotion bleed, but it's hard, in part because there is simply so much of it.

(If he had better words to describe it, he would realize he was grieving, for what could have been, for a life he could have had-- did have, in another lifetime, one he is cursed to never remember because that is simply the lot of blades. And for all the tools he has in his belt, he has no experience in coping with a grief like, or with how unfair his life has been and how unfair life always is for blades.)

So if the temperature drops a few degrees around him, the ice in his veins restless, well. At least he's leaning into the ice, and not one of the other elements he now has at his disposal.

A part of Jade wants to ask sorry, what, becuase quite frankly he's finding what Asch said difficult to believe. Imagining a driver give himself that much freedom is laughable, impossible. It doesn't connect in his mind the way it should -- but he knows Asch is not lying. What reason would Asch have to lie? So Jade sits, silent, and tries to believe it, tries not to get blindingly jealous that in a previous lifetime he was blessed with a driver who actually valued him as a person.

"You're right," Jade says, his smile tight, the emotion bleed as throttled as he can get it. He does not look at Mythra, as if simply refusing to give her full view of his brittle smile will keep her from seeing right through him. "Peony does sound like a good man."

(It's going to take Jade several more times hearing it before he processes the full of information Asch has just handed him.)

He's not foolish enough to think that his blades aren't going to notice how quickly his mood has turned sour, but old habits are hard to break.

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Mythra makes a neutral noise at Jade's response - that's fair, unfortunately, Jade with his memories is definitely worth the tradeoff a little satisfaction - but falls silent, otherwise. She doesn't want to interrupt.

The full weight of all of this is a little lost on her - she gets why Jade would want to know about his previous life, and it's not like she's not curious, too, but it's hard for a blade essentially on her first life to wrap her head around it. Jade's always been Jade, right? So when his emotions curdle and sour, before he tries to pull them back out of reach (and that's enough of a worry on its own), Mythra doesn't exactly follow.

She doesn't need to follow to know what to do next, though. So she punches her already-present curiosity up a little, leaning forward across Jade towards Asch.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" she says, and if it's a little transparent what she's doing, well, whatever. "Your core crystal... I've never seen anything like it before. Is-- you're not an Aegis, right?" There's plenty of doubt accompanying it - she's pretty sure he's not, but what other explanation is there for all the elements he's holding onto?

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Mythra gets a look that says that Asch knows exactly what she's doing, but isn't going to call her on it. Really, he'll take the change of subject - he's not so stupid that he can't see that Jade needs time to work this out with whatever he thinks about the person he is now, and they haven't even gotten to "your last life then ran flesh eater experiments" levels of painful irony yet.

You know, unlike that question.

It startles something almost like a laugh out of him, if a laugh could be made of glass and shattered core crystals. "I'm not," he says, blunt and firm. He shouldn't be surprised about it, really, but he's never met anyone who saw all of his power and didn't already know, didn't know his life story better than he did himself.

(Well, except for Luke, and Luke had no reason to notice. They were the same, in form and structure if not in experiences.)

"But I'm the best attempt at faking it, at least as far as anyone could manage back then."

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God bless Mythra, really. Jade doesn't know what he'd do without her.

He takes a moment to breathe, to yank the ambient ether away from freezing, listening to Mythra's question (one he'd wanted to ask himself, and perhaps the one he should have started with), and then to Asch's answer. It's a nice distraction. He kills thoughts of Citan, and thoughts of Peony, and latches gratefully on the excuse to think about anything else.

"Best attempt I've seen so far, actually," Jade says-- too tired and unsettled for the brightness of his usual humor, but he's playing at it well enough. The irony that he and Mythra, of all people, are stumbling on yet another artificial Aegis almost makes him more tired. "But the last attempt I saw involved four scientists who couldn't find the motivation to see the project to completion halfway through."

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Mythra cheerfully ignores that look from Asch, but at least he doesn't say anything about it. She's allowed to cover for her driver when he needs it.

"That... makes more sense," she says, the heat of self-consciousness threatening to rise in her cheeks anyway. It's her turn to give Jade a look, more halfhearted than anything. That's the truth even if it's not the whole story (or the most flattering depiction of her family), and Mythra can't imagine anything she'd like to get into less than that one, right now. She just shakes her head to drive the thoughts away before they can take root.

"Hey, I'm artificial, too," she tells Asch, instead. "So you're in good company, at least." Her tone's light, backed by pride - Mythra's got no hangups about what she is.

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It's a little less effective when you pull it on someone you're in resonance with, Mythra.

Her pronouncement gets far more of his attention than Jade does, for perhaps the first time. There's a patient inspection of her that could almost pass for ice, the one element he lacks, but it isn't exactly truth he's seeking.

(Lightning is the compassion of ripping off a bandaid.)

"The attempt that made me took the lives of seven blades and a human," he says carefully, evenly, with the emotional bleed dulled sharply. "Might have been better if they weren't so motivated."

And then he takes in a deep breath, like he didn't just say 'eight people died to make me,' and instead says, "You look like a normal blade. I never would have guessed."

Not like me, he doesn't say, but it's obvious that's what he's thinking, as he curls his hand closed over the forked ether lines on his palm, hidden beneath his glove.

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And just like that, her pride dies abruptly, stopped dead in its tracks by the sheer horror brought by Asch's words. Mythra pulls her end of the emotional bleed in, gripping it more tightly than she's used to as she uses that tension to try and temper her outward reaction.

... She doesn't get very far on that one.

"What the fuck," she breathes, unable to take her eyes off Asch. "That's... How could someone do that, just for power--?" and she cuts herself off, because okay, she knows, of course she knows just how disposable blades can be, but. Eight lives for one attempt is still so many more than she can fathom. She can't even respond to the rest of what he says, just swallowing hard.

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Jade breathes in sharply, doesn't bother biting down his roiling disgust. He's unsurprised. He knows as well as Mythra does - perhaps even better - that blades are considered disposable to many. And the math... tracks, he thinks, in ways he doesn't really want to think about at length because he doesn't want to know why he knows that.

He adjusts his glasses very carefully, just so he doesn't have to look at anyone for a moment.

"If that's what it took, perhaps it's for the best we didn't try any harder to produce results," Jade says, quiet. Eight lives for one blade of Asch's power? Citan wouldn't have even batted an eye.

Jade considers Asch, expression grim.

"Were you the only one?" he asks, because he feels it needs asking.

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"Four of us," he says, because Jade's factual question is easier to handle than Mythra's pained emotions. He can't handle those feelings in himself, nevermind someone else, not without somewhere to go and let himself work through it.

(He wonders if they have a church, whatever place they've settled, if they're settled anywhere at all.)

"Two sets of two. The blades they created were too powerful for a human to drive. So they split us into pairs - the only genuine blade twins in existence, probably."

A pause, and then, purely because they've unintentionally shared hints about Citan and not being on an even playing field bothers him - "A flesh eater with good internal resonance could drive both halves, though."

It isn't a suggestion. It's too bitter and sharp to not be some level of the why.

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Four of them. Four of them, each as strong as Asch is, and... likely not enough for their creators, given that Asch isn't an Aegis, and was driven by a flesh eater, besides. Jade pockets the disdain he feels towards those who created Asch and his counterparts, used to it but no less pelased.

(What Asch says about his twin doesn't go unnoticed, and neither does the hint of information about who Jade presumes was Asch's driver. A flesh eater who Asch killed. Likely the driver of both Asch and his twin.

Did Asch kill his driver to protect his twin? Jade couldn't blame him, if so.

Nor could Jade blame him, if Asch had any other reason, actually. It's just he understands-- Citan died for insulting Mythra, after all.)

Jade doesn't bother asking where the other three are. Asch certainly wouldn't know, given how long it has been. So instead, a different question.

"What about your memories? Is that something all of your counterparts share?" Because they were made to mimic the Aegises, maybe. It would make sense.

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He shakes his head, firmly. "Not unless they talked to the same after-the-fact researcher that I did after I was gone." He can't entirely rule it out, especially in Luke's case since Guy and Tear knew well enough who Dist was and why Asch went to speak with him, but...

There's an unpleasant roil of anxiety in the emotional bleed.

"Other than being able to use multiple elements, we're just too-strong blades. I might be somewhere closer to an Aegis in power, but I can't do most of the things that they can."

There. That should divert from the questions of why he wanted his memories for a little while.

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Mythra successfully pulls the worst of her horror and anger (on Asch's behalf) out of the emotional bleed, though it's hard not to stew in it a little. Architect, that's fucked up. It's not exactly a comfort that what they got must not have been what his creators were after, but - at least they'd probably stopped there. Or sought some kind of method that didn't require that much death.

"We can look for them, after this," she offers. "I know it's been a long time, but..." She trails off, because they must be somewhere, right? Right. Maybe one of their friends would have heard of some other blade with too many elements and a misshapen core crystal - it's not like it'd be a surprise at this point, if Anna turned out to be familiar with Asch's twin or their counterparts.

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"Interesting," Jade says, about Asch's memories. Not too much different from the memory patch his friends worked out for Mythra, he supposes. At least, in theory and implementation -- something added after the fact, not part of the build. He wonders how much Asch's apparent memory patch differs from Mythra's, if they differ at all.

(Quite honestly, the fact that Asch cared enough to seek someone out to patch his memories doesn't even register as important to Jade. Of course he would. What blade wouldn't?

Some of them just have a more complicated relationship with their memories than others.)

"Too-strong blades seems to be the theme, with artificial Aegises," Jade comments, adjusting his glasses. It's not quite telling Asch the experience they have with it -- only Poppi, but, still -- but there's no reason to keep that a secret, is it? Jade wonders what Asch will think of the irony, when he finds out. Two blades involved with humanity's last attempt at recreating an Aegis, finding a previous attempt...?

Anyway.

"I'm certain we can dig up some information, if you want us to," Jade finishes Mythra's thought. He figured if Asch wanted to find his twin, or the others, he'd ask, but there's no harm offering, either.

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"The strength of an Aegis is what most people fixate on," Asch agrees. "Unfortunately, there's too many people who only care about that."

He lifts his head in the direction of the tower, still easily visible against the sky. "I'm sure the Aegises have their own stories of what people will do for that kind of power."

Another one of those intuitive truths that come tumbling out of his mouth before he even really registers them. He makes a face, and deliberately doesn't think further on the subject, because he doesn't really want to know what those stories are, at least right now.

But focusing on the offer made to him doesn't make him feel any better.

"Maybe at some point," he says. "I'm not sure I could handle it right now, remembering when they don't." Well, not Sync, he could deal with Sync fine, they weren't close by any measure. But he can't imagine seeing Ion outside of the church that meant so much to him, the place where he was always helping people, and Luke...

What would he even say?

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Mythra exchanges glances with Jade over Asch's head. it's not a secret, exactly, but sharing that one feels... worse, somehow. well. She's probably overthinking it. If Jade thinks sharing it is a good idea, she trusts him on enough things to take his lead on this one.

"You're right," she says. "Otherwise they wouldn't keep trying."

She just nods at Asch's rejection of her plan. He has a point - one she does not want to think about, thank you very much. "That's fair," she says after a moment, a little softer than she meant to be. "Not like we can't look later, if you change your mind." She pulls her legs in closer to her, resting her chin on them.

It's quiet after that, the conversation more or less over. Jade settles down first, but Mythra's not long after him; so close to the Aegis's tower like this, all three of them as jumpy as they are, there's no point in keeping a real watch.

(If Mythra wakes briefly in the night to see Asch off towards the edge of the clearing, she doesn't say anything about it. He's only just woken up and they'd thrown a lot at him, after all.)

Eventually, though, morning comes and they set off, clearing the final bit of distance to the tower. It's even more imposing up close, somehow, the Aegis's power almost palpable in the ether levels. All that light (and the fact that they're finally here, finally going to fix things) has Mythra bright and impatient as she stares up at it.

"So do we just... knock?" she asks, reaching out to do so. Here goes something.

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"I don't see why not," Jade says, letting Mythra go ahead and do so.

He's not exactly intimidated by the tower, though it's certainly impressive. The residual ether here is overwhelming -- it was bad enough in the field, but now at the tower itself it's so thick it's a wonder anyone around here can breathe. But then, he suppses the Aegis who lives here doesn't mind it, so much. And the Aegis' driver...? Well, who knows anything for certain about them.

There's no answer to Mythra's knock. And the gathered ether makes it difficult to gauge whether or not there actually is a blade in there or not.

"I wonder," Jade says, taking a step back and craning his neck up to consider the tower. There's a few windows and balconies, much higher up, but each is absent of anyone, Aegis or otherwise. "If anyone's home."

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The tower isn't particularly intimidating to Asch, either. More than anything, he finds himself comparing it to the cathedral at Daath, and it's the tower he finds wanting. It's an impressive structure, to be sure, but there's not feeling in it, the way there was in so many carefully fitted panels of stained glass.

(He wonders if the cathedral is still standing, and immediately discards the notion. No point getting his hopes up.)

Even as Jade wonders aloud, his intuition swings into action. No, the Aegis isn't here. Unfortunately, there's no way to express that certainty without explaining where it comes from, and he's not ready to do that, yet. Instead he turns his eyes up at the windows as well, and says, "Well, I doubt the Aegis is deaf, so if anyone's here, they're ignoring us."

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Jade hums in agreement with Asch's observation. "Which is it, I wonder? Is the Aegis not home, or is he simply pretending he isn't?"

Jade isn't exactly against breaking-and-entering, if they must (just to be sure), but first:

"Any pings from Foresight, Mythra? Surely if we were destined to see an Aegis within the next few minutes, it'd tell you."

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Hmm. That's a fair question. She was probably going to get there in a second, too, but she just hums in response, closing her eyes so she can focus.

There's nothing in the next few minutes, Foresight wastes no time in telling her, and Mythra frowns. Did they seriously come all this way for the Aegis to not be home? That's bullshit, and more importantly, she doesn't want to leave without being definitely sure that's not the case.

Well, Jade's never minded her borrowing a little ether for Foresight. But she might not even need that, this time; the air's full of it, singing in a key she doesn't even need to adjust to work with. So she reaches out, letting the ether pool brightly in her hand as she pushes Foresight harder.

And then a bit harder, just to be really sure.

... Ow. Maybe that was a little far.

"Nothing for at least three days," Mythra reports, cracking her eyes open and regretting it. Her head's pounding, the emotional bleed crackling with frustration. "So if we are being ignored, he must really not want visitors." That's probably not the case, though.

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"So we're probably banging on an empty building," Asch says, looking at the doors again. "Somehow, that feels typical." Getting all the way here only to slam into an obstacle that he has no control over and no way to overcome? Yeah, that sounds like his experience with the whole of the blade system, in general.

He folds his arms, gives a single brief glare up at the tower, and then turns back to them. "I'm guessing you can't stay here forever and have somewhere to get back to, so any ideas on how to leave a message?"

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"Well, I have one idea," Jade says, sighing dramatically, mostly just for show. He's not thrilled, exactly, but it's just resources, and one piece of paper out of the back of his journal isn't going to hurt anything. So tears out the necessary paper and writes a note, and then he sticks it to the door.

(If his blades care to read the message, it says something like:

We wish to speak to the Aegis, regarding ideas on how to change the blade system, and grant blades the freedom they deserve.

We will return in two months' time to seek audience with you again. Or you can find us at

And then the address of Malik's bar, as well as the date.)

"There," Jade says, then turns to his blades. "I suppose there's nothing to do now but head home. Shall we?"

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"Ugh, I can't believe this," Mythra complains. "He's been holed up in this tower for hundreds of years, and we pick the one time he's not here?"

But okay, a note. That's better than waiting around for the Aegis to come back. She peeks over Jade's shoulder as he writes to read it.

"We should probably leave something to prove we're blades, though," she says, once he's stuck it to the door. "Otherwise, how's he gonna know we're not just more asshole humans?"

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Asch, at least, has the manners to not crowd Jade, though he doesn't really need to. A guess at what their driver would write serves as well as actually reading it.

"Other than the fact that only blades ever try to change the system?" he asks. "Humans might disagree with it, but it's pretty rare that they actually help out. A human who actually began something like this on their own, without being pushed by a blade for one reason or another..."

It's hard to imagine, and probably the same for the Aegis. No doubt plenty of people have come looking for him... Hell, the fact that someone was coming might even be the reason he's gone. Can't get used horribly by what can't find you; that's why he killed Van out in the wilderness.

Asch looks back up at the tower. "...It's all light ether," he observes. "So anything that isn't would stick out."

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"Well, some extra credibility couldn't hurt," Jade admits.

He hums for a second, considering Asch's observation. Excluding light, that leaves seven elements, all of which Asch has granted him control over. Of the remaining seven he can only think of two elements that would leave any kind of lasting impression, and he doesn't see the point playing with earth when ice is the other element in question.

Jade takes a deep breath, gathering his ether. Considering how rich the ambient ether is, he almost doesn't even need to pull from Asch or Mythra-- honestly, a trick like this he could probably pull off with his own reserves and nothing more. He touches his fingers to the door, and underneath his fingertips grow a thick sheet of ice: one that will essentially seal the door shut.

Obnoxious? Perhaps. But surely the Aegis will have no difficulty getting rid of it.

"There," Jade says, stepping back to admire his handiwork. "Too much?" he asks, smirking, as he turns to his companions for their opinion.