Hearing Guy gasp like that was almost methodical in a way, and for a moment Sync closed his eyes and listened to his pained wheezing. He gave no notice to Claude or Anise, not even when they desperately pleaded for him to stop, instead filtering them out in the light of his own enjoyment. It was only when he was satisfied did he looked back up into the stands, the corners of his mouth tugging into a tired smile.
"Anise..." Despite his exhaustion, Sync's voice rang clear, and yet it wasn't 'his'. It would've seemed to most that he'd planned to soil Ion's identity, but that wasn't the case. In reality, Sync had done nothing but speak naturally, effectively dropping the voice he'd been forced to use for so long. In many ways it was both foreign and familiar, but in the end it brought the same empty feeling.
"... It was my fault from the start, wasn't it?" The replica eventually began, refusing to look away. "None of this would've happened if I hadn't been born like this. I never would've been thrown away, tossed aside to be picked up and molded into what I am now."
It was an achievement in itself that Sync could say that so sincerely, but maybe that was because he no longer had the energy to be bitter. He was tired, and it must've shown, but Sync pressed on anyway. The God-General didn't care if anyone dared to interject, or that there were even other people around in the first place. Meanwhile, his grip remained relentless, even though he was hardly paying attention to Guy anymore.
"I must look like a monster, but I can't help it. I've lived this empty life for so long that I've forgotten how to be happy..." He paused, realizing his mistake and laughed. "No, it's not that. I've just never learned how."
Sync's laughter eventually died, relaxing until he was gazing up at her with a serene look. His visible eye drooped, though that smile remained.
"But if things had been different then you... you would've been my guardian, and you would've protected me all the same, right? You would've shown what happiness felt like, and we would've been together until the day I died."
By then his smile disappeared altogether, replaced with a solemn expression. It was hard to make out if the God-General had been sincere, or if he just wanted to hurt Anise in the worst way possible, but maybe that was why he was so dangerous in the first place.
"I'm sorry, Anise. I'm sorry I ruined this for us."
Without warning, he suddenly twisted Guy's neck until a loud snap penetrated the air.
Re: Coliseum Floor - North
"Anise..." Despite his exhaustion, Sync's voice rang clear, and yet it wasn't 'his'. It would've seemed to most that he'd planned to soil Ion's identity, but that wasn't the case. In reality, Sync had done nothing but speak naturally, effectively dropping the voice he'd been forced to use for so long. In many ways it was both foreign and familiar, but in the end it brought the same empty feeling.
"... It was my fault from the start, wasn't it?" The replica eventually began, refusing to look away. "None of this would've happened if I hadn't been born like this. I never would've been thrown away, tossed aside to be picked up and molded into what I am now."
It was an achievement in itself that Sync could say that so sincerely, but maybe that was because he no longer had the energy to be bitter. He was tired, and it must've shown, but Sync pressed on anyway. The God-General didn't care if anyone dared to interject, or that there were even other people around in the first place. Meanwhile, his grip remained relentless, even though he was hardly paying attention to Guy anymore.
"I must look like a monster, but I can't help it. I've lived this empty life for so long that I've forgotten how to be happy..." He paused, realizing his mistake and laughed. "No, it's not that. I've just never learned how."
Sync's laughter eventually died, relaxing until he was gazing up at her with a serene look. His visible eye drooped, though that smile remained.
"But if things had been different then you... you would've been my guardian, and you would've protected me all the same, right? You would've shown what happiness felt like, and we would've been together until the day I died."
By then his smile disappeared altogether, replaced with a solemn expression. It was hard to make out if the God-General had been sincere, or if he just wanted to hurt Anise in the worst way possible, but maybe that was why he was so dangerous in the first place.
"I'm sorry, Anise. I'm sorry I ruined this for us."
Without warning, he suddenly twisted Guy's neck until a loud snap penetrated the air.