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[Finally... Finally he made back to his reality properly. Finally he was able to reach the Sanctuary of the previous Holy War and reunite with Shun and Athena. As he had been welcomed by his brother and the Pegasus Saint, Tenma, of that era, Ikki had decided to himself to forget all about the Plane. About that other Shun who was living a different ending of the war, of those Gold Saints that survived what should have eliminated them and of the other people he met. It wasn't a matter of influencing other realities or them influencing his, he was in the past, they had to be careful with what they did there. He knew it well, they couldn't take more risks than what they were taking already. They could help, they could fight, but not interfere. What was bond to happen had to happen the same way as it would as if they weren't there. No matter how much they wished to change it.
No matter how much he wanted to create a burning inferno and shield Tenma. They weren't allowed to interfere. They, who had traveled to the past to fight for a small chance of saving Seiya, had to stand back and watch how Hades, incarnated in the body of Tenma's childhood friend, killed him.
Honestly, he's not sure if the hand he placed on Shun's shoulder was meant to stop the younger one from interfering... Or to anchor himself in place.
And as if seeing the Pegasus Saint die wasn't enough there was that other thing... That Specter with black flames and a face too similar to his own. When he had seen Tenma and after seeing Sasha, he had wondered about it. About if there were other Saints wearing faces similar to theirs and what it could mean. He didn't expect the man who would wear his face to be a Specter protecting Hades with a firm will. It was like a bad joke. A terribly bad joke he didn't want to talk about.
And so, when they returned to the Sanctuary he left the report to the Dohko and Shion, avoided his brother like many other times in the past... And returned to the Plane. Trying to keep his Cosmos concealed and silent, instead of letting it roar in frustration and confusion as it wanted to do. He couldn't step far from the Sanctuary without a motive, it wasn't safe, and the place was filled with people... People who didn't hesitate to reach out for others. He wanted to be alone. He needed time to compose himself. They had done the right thing, letting Pegasus die, no, letting time follow its normal course, it was the right thing. Not bothering to even try to recover their corpses, letting them be buried in rumble and lay under Hades' temple. Just another two corpses that were out of reach to even be mourned, like many others.
In a distant part of the Plane, trying to get away from everyone and everything... The Phoenix roars and his fire explodes for a second. Eventually, though, he will probably end crashing his bones in the bar. Getting drunk isn't an option, but nursing a drink may help somehow.]
No matter how much he wanted to create a burning inferno and shield Tenma. They weren't allowed to interfere. They, who had traveled to the past to fight for a small chance of saving Seiya, had to stand back and watch how Hades, incarnated in the body of Tenma's childhood friend, killed him.
Honestly, he's not sure if the hand he placed on Shun's shoulder was meant to stop the younger one from interfering... Or to anchor himself in place.
And as if seeing the Pegasus Saint die wasn't enough there was that other thing... That Specter with black flames and a face too similar to his own. When he had seen Tenma and after seeing Sasha, he had wondered about it. About if there were other Saints wearing faces similar to theirs and what it could mean. He didn't expect the man who would wear his face to be a Specter protecting Hades with a firm will. It was like a bad joke. A terribly bad joke he didn't want to talk about.
And so, when they returned to the Sanctuary he left the report to the Dohko and Shion, avoided his brother like many other times in the past... And returned to the Plane. Trying to keep his Cosmos concealed and silent, instead of letting it roar in frustration and confusion as it wanted to do. He couldn't step far from the Sanctuary without a motive, it wasn't safe, and the place was filled with people... People who didn't hesitate to reach out for others. He wanted to be alone. He needed time to compose himself. They had done the right thing, letting Pegasus die, no, letting time follow its normal course, it was the right thing. Not bothering to even try to recover their corpses, letting them be buried in rumble and lay under Hades' temple. Just another two corpses that were out of reach to even be mourned, like many others.
In a distant part of the Plane, trying to get away from everyone and everything... The Phoenix roars and his fire explodes for a second. Eventually, though, he will probably end crashing his bones in the bar. Getting drunk isn't an option, but nursing a drink may help somehow.]
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