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learned... I have a family now, I have lovers whom I care about. I have learned the importance of understanding what is going on, and the importance of a second chance..." She whispered. Soft tears fall down from her sapphire eyes.
The spectre gasp, her own storm grey portals widening. "I... I..." The girl stammered. After a moment, she just wrapped her own arms around Ashlyn. Still trembling, she understood the Rava. "Promise me... promise us... that we won't kill any unless we have to. Promise... that we will never kill an innocent, or at least someone who deserves another chance... again.." She requested.
The Viera took a moment before she pulled back to look her younger self in the face. "Regret, I promise you. On Father's name, on his honor, and on the honor of Bozja. I promise we will never fall to what we had done. I'm... sorry... you had to be born this way... I truly am... Your life must be full sorrow, only feeling the regret and pain that we caused. I... wish I could take it away, I wish I could give you the joy I feel in my heart when I spend time with one of our lovers. Yet... I can't..." Once more, tears silently fall. The simulacrum begins crying more loudly.
"You don't understand what it's like to be me, you'll... never understand. Yet... if this is my role to play in our life... as long as you keep your word... it's one I will play..." Her words were soft, trembling. It even caused the normally hostile spectre to soften
"So... if we're not gonna go back to bringing justice, why did you bring me?"
Ashlyn closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I'll get to you in a moment. I... need to make a deal with both of you. I need... we... need... to work together." She stated softly. It was clear this constant war has been taxing her. Yet, she's seen how much it has been affecting her loved ones even more. The Rava took a few moments. Processing everything. "Regret, I will need you to understand, this promise is slightly conditional." She finally added. "Because of what I need to discuss with *her, we will need to pick up the blade again..." She stated. Justice's ears perked and Regret gasped, almost seeming broken hearted "but..." The Rava lifts one finger to the simulacrum's lips. "Let me finish..."
Letting go of the smaller one, the Viera moved over to the more heavily armored spectre. "We will pick up the blade, but we will no longer be judge, jury, and executioner. Not all on our own at least. We know these lands are infested with people who are unrepentant, people who seek to harm and kill others. We all know this to be the case. People we picked up the blade over, and people that even you, Regret, would agree need to be dealt with."