Surprisingly optimistic words. It wasn't necessarily a viewpoint that Harpuia was sure he could share; last-minute miracles were not an especially common thing in his life. Really, the last year or so of his life was better described as a very sharp backslide into despair.
Believing in the ones dear to him didn't stop them from blowing up in desperate attempts to bring the foe down with them. The power of friendship had not stopped the Baby Elves from taking over Harpuia's body. Even the strength of the most significant bond known to reploidkind had not allowed Zero to stop Elpizo from plunging that sword into X's chest. The heart of the cards hdn't stopped Weil from sending that missile into a populated corner of Neo Arcadia.
As dear as Fefnir and Leviathan were to him, all their belief in one another had really allowed them to do was march willfully to their deaths.
"And if you find out that the outcome at the end isn't success? Do you intend to change it?" His tone wasn't necessarily bitter or mocking, despite his own inclination toward pragmatism over optimism. Merely curious. "Do you intend to make sure nothing bad happens? Is such a thing even possible? If not, how do you know whether the changes you choose to make are for the better? If you prevent one of the many unpleasant events in the timeline, then none of us Guardians will have ever been built. Is that a worthwhile sacrifice for the sake of a smoother timeline?"
He had no intention of shooting X's belief down as foolish, despite the bluntness of his questions; anything worth having faith in was strong enough to withstand scrutiny, in Harpuia's eyes, and there was genuine interest in X's answers. There had been plenty of legends about X in his time, and before their deaths Fefnir and Leviathan had mentioned a meeting with their master, but Harpuia himself hadn't had an honour like that. This was his first chance to see what sort of man his master was, and he was eager to find out.
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Believing in the ones dear to him didn't stop them from blowing up in desperate attempts to bring the foe down with them. The power of friendship had not stopped the Baby Elves from taking over Harpuia's body. Even the strength of the most significant bond known to reploidkind had not allowed Zero to stop Elpizo from plunging that sword into X's chest. The heart of the cards hdn't stopped Weil from sending that missile into a populated corner of Neo Arcadia.
As dear as Fefnir and Leviathan were to him, all their belief in one another had really allowed them to do was march willfully to their deaths.
"And if you find out that the outcome at the end isn't success? Do you intend to change it?" His tone wasn't necessarily bitter or mocking, despite his own inclination toward pragmatism over optimism. Merely curious. "Do you intend to make sure nothing bad happens? Is such a thing even possible? If not, how do you know whether the changes you choose to make are for the better? If you prevent one of the many unpleasant events in the timeline, then none of us Guardians will have ever been built. Is that a worthwhile sacrifice for the sake of a smoother timeline?"
He had no intention of shooting X's belief down as foolish, despite the bluntness of his questions; anything worth having faith in was strong enough to withstand scrutiny, in Harpuia's eyes, and there was genuine interest in X's answers. There had been plenty of legends about X in his time, and before their deaths Fefnir and Leviathan had mentioned a meeting with their master, but Harpuia himself hadn't had an honour like that. This was his first chance to see what sort of man his master was, and he was eager to find out.