One couldn't blame Albedo for the anger, and if the younger was not the entity that he was, Nigredo might have acquiesced on principle alone.
There existed more, however, than a pitiful want of death, a complexity he could not swallow until more recent times. Until he had his reason to cast aside wants for truths, Nigredo would admit that at some point, throwing away his well-being for an arbitrary purpose might have been the bone and bread of his life. Only now, Nigredo remembered himself, in ways memory could never touch.
In the beginning, there were no sides. Only his brothers.
"To risk my life," he began, quiet in his explanation, "is to go against you. As much as it would be to fight Rubedo. And I won't betray either of you." The single unmovable point. "Don't think that I would let myself die, Albedo. After everything."
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There existed more, however, than a pitiful want of death, a complexity he could not swallow until more recent times. Until he had his reason to cast aside wants for truths, Nigredo would admit that at some point, throwing away his well-being for an arbitrary purpose might have been the bone and bread of his life. Only now, Nigredo remembered himself, in ways memory could never touch.
In the beginning, there were no sides. Only his brothers.
"To risk my life," he began, quiet in his explanation, "is to go against you. As much as it would be to fight Rubedo. And I won't betray either of you." The single unmovable point. "Don't think that I would let myself die, Albedo. After everything."