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[A clang echoes around the area by the coliseum as a golden dragon topped helm slams into the ground does skipping off a bit before it finally comes to rest. Shion, sitting on the ground with his back to the coliseum wall, just stares after if for a moment, as if surprised that he threw it, before groaning and burying his face in his hand. His hair is unusually messy and it looks as if he hasn't slept in days. At least he's back in the white robes of the Pope.]

[ooc: End of Shion's experiment. Sorry, I meant to end this earlier but life and things got in the way!]

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[Mu had been taking great pains thus far to avoid the hell out of Shion both here and at home, but there's a niggle in his mind of Shion's Cosmos changing, and that is more than enough to pique Mu's curiosity.

He stops in front of the helmet, and bends to pick it up - the bruises on his neck are faded, but visible if one looks. Likewise is his voice recovered, only a little weaker than one would think normal.

Helmet in hand, he approaches Shion, stopping again a few feet away, in case he needs time to react.]

Has the shadow of the Balrog left you at last?

[He seems to freeze entirely when he hears Mu's voice and after a long moment looks up. There's guilt in his eyes and he hesitates before reply] ...I suppose so.

[Mu hands the mask back with the very ghost of a smile on his lips] Good.

[Shion hesitates before he takes it back, handling it gingerly. He glances at Mu] How are your....injuries? [How badly did I hurt you?]

Recovered, for the most part. There was no lasting damage.

[He carefully sets the helmet on the ground next to him] I'm so sorry. [He can't look as Mu as he says it.]

You were not yourself. I'm as much at fault for not fighting back.

It's my fault for giving so into that darkness. Even then I could sense the truth, but I refused to believe it. [He looks at Mu] Why didn't you fight me?

But it was darkness that should not have been there.

I...could not. Would you raise a hand against Hakurei? Or Athena? [Mu slowly lets the strength of his feelings seep into his Cosmos. Those words are not just words. He actually *cannot* fathom hurting Shion in any regard.]

You sound so sure of that.

[He feels that warmth of Mu's cosmo and it touches him. There's good and a sense of conviction in Mu that he fears he lacks. His mind flashes back to Tokusa and he flinches. ] I would never, ever raise a hand to Lady Athena, nor to anyone else I care about if there was a single chance to helping them. [At least he's sure he would take that course now. He will not let himself lose anyone else.]

Much the same, I could never raise mine against you. Perhaps I am a coward for thinking so, but I'd never be able to live with myself afterwards.

[His past friend, the one he had killed so easily, still haunts him] I would never call it cowardice to care about someone to that extent. Perhaps you are kinder than I am.

But when does that kindness become a liability?

[Ah, this...

There's a nostalgic reflection in this scenario. Standing in one of the stages of stairs, Saga can't help but stare at Shion with gentleness.

Even so, he lets the Holy Father to loose all his frustrations. That's the least he could do for him.]

[Shion does sense Saga's cosmo somewhere nearby. After a while he speaks, although he doesn't look up.] I don't think I ever properly understood what you had been through.

[Saga gets closer and kneels before him, looking at the only man who‘s been like a father figure and how much he means to him until he came he back to life.] A former Saint told me once that we cannot change the past. Even so... he believes in second chances. [The last phrase said by the Holy Father Shion from his time in response to the statement of this Shion. A gentle smile on the Gemini‘s lips.]

[He is silent for a time] That does not make things any easier.

[Shakes his head.] It's never easier.

Even if we are so jaded, sad, in pain or... [Hesitates for a moment.] heart-broken, all we have is our will to fight... to live until our last breath.

To never give up is the path of a Saint, this is true. I will not let this shake my devotion to Lady Athena and what I must do. My doubts will not change that.

I just wish I knew why this place decided to use a part of my past against me.

[Silent. A bit hesitant about telling him or not.] Mu told me... about that.

Nothing can be done when it comes to the Plane's doings.

[Shion's head snaps up] Mu told you? [Logically he knows why Mu would have been force to say it, but that doesn't mean it feels any less uncomfortable to know that someone else has learned of that time in his history]

[Uh oh. Don't blame the lamb. Besides, he'll never judge Shion because of it.] I asked him. I wanted to know.

[He still feels slightly uncomfortable] I suppose it was a necessary explanation. It is, however, a time of my life I am not comfortable with.

[He chuckles.] I guess we can relate in that regard.

[Small pale hands grasp the helmet and lift it from the floor. Sasha peers at the armor clasped in her hands and sets it back down to step quietly over to Shion. She sits down beside him, feeling the wind tug at her hair and robes. The usual staff of Athena is laid over her lap, a reminder of who she is. Even when she lays aside Godhood to speak as a human being.]

Are you with us again, Shion?

[He flinches away, but more out of guilt than anything else. He had been willing to harm even his goddess. How could he face her after that?] I am myself again, my Lady.

It isn't your fault, like what Sisyphus faced within, this place unfairly altered you.

Perhaps this place was the cause, but who is to say it did not pick up on a part of me that already exists?

Then you'd be human, Shion. All of us possess a darker part to us, it has been that way since the Age of Myths.

But not everyone was put in a position where that darkness could have caused as much damage as mine would have. I even raised my hand against you. That is something I cannot forgive.

And you are not the first to be forced to raise your fist against me, Sisyphus did as well. The pain in your heart is not something I can ignore. Nor, will I turn you away.

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