tenth.

[siebter.livejournal.com]

[ For...probably one of the first times since he's been here, Emil actually sounds a bit unhappy when he speaks to the journal (and, you know, the castle as a whole). Probably should have filtered this, but he never remembers about those. ]

I'm sorry, everyone-- I guess that this curse I have can't really be fixed... If that scares anyone, I understand. I'll be fine. After all, I'm kind of used to it by now.

Um, anyway...I just thought I'd let you know about that.

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[whitecovered]

Mmm...it seems so.

[emil is alive and weiss is still existing right now. that...counts as okay. so it's not a lie, exactly.]

[siebter.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's good!

[whitecovered]

[now where were we going again? right. he's just...gonna continue. no need to explain the Shadowlord and petrified Kainé and whatnot right now. best to cut to the chase.]

Five years later, we discovered a facility under your manor.

[siebter.livejournal.com]

[ This time, he's remaining silent, just listening. He's probably more than a little confused, but it doesn't sound entirely unfamiliar, which is strange. Kind of like it's a story he's heard once before. ]

[whitecovered]

It would appear that the facility used to be some manner of weapons laboratory.

In the room at the heart of the laboratory, you regained memories of your past...and your sister.

[siebter.livejournal.com]

[ It's so much to take in. Weapons? His past? His sister? ]

I don't understand...

[whitecovered]

I would not expect you to.

[siebter.livejournal.com]

What does it mean, though?

[ By now, his tone is somewhere near terrified and devastated. ]

[whitecovered]

[oh god why Emil you know that's going to make this more heartbreaking. but he has to make his best attempt.]

...It means you are not human.

[siebter.livejournal.com]

[ Long pause. ]

Not...human?

[whitecovered]

Yes. You and your sister used to be normal human children, until...scientists used magic to perform horrible experiments on you two, to turn you into weapons.

...They succeeded. Your sister became a powerful weapon, but they lost control of her. Thus, they created a weapon to petrify and seal her away.

[...and that's the truth he needs to know. the only parts he needs to know right now.]

[siebter.livejournal.com]

[ A weapon to petrify his sister. ]

...and that's me?

[whitecovered]

...That is correct.

[although he wishes it wasn't.]

[siebter.livejournal.com]

I'm a weapon?

[whitecovered]

...Yes.

[siebter.livejournal.com]

[ By this point, he can't manage much more than a kind of stunned silence. It's a lot to take in, and this combined with the strange dreams he'd been having lately about...something like this, it's hard to deny entirely, even to himself. ]

[whitecovered]

[Weiss understands the feeling all too well, with Project Gestalt and all. So he'll stay silent as well, and possibly float a little closer.]

[siebter.livejournal.com]

[ He will uh. Try and stay strong. After a pause, quietly: ]

So that's the truth...

[ He pretty much killed his sister. ]

[whitecovered]

Indeed.

...I'm sorry.

[The words feel strange to speak, as Nier was always the one to say such things. And no, we killed your sister.]

[siebter.livejournal.com]

[ Well, as far as he knows, petrification is still instadeath. ]

It's all right.

[ More to Weiss than himself; it's not Weiss's fault for telling him this. ]

[whitecovered]

...Hmm?

[...come again?]

[siebter.livejournal.com]

You don't have to be sorry, I mean.

[whitecovered]

Ah.

[...this entire conversation is incredibly awkward, so he's just...going to observe what Emil does next. And let out a sigh he didn't even he was holding back.]

[siebter.livejournal.com]

[ Pretty much just lean against whatever surface-- probably a wall-- is closest and hug his knees to his chest. He's not crying, but he mostly just looks a bit lost, if anything. ]

[whitecovered]

[As he remembered, Emil had basically the same reaction even when faced with his skeleton sister that ate him. Though he will mutter something to himself.]

...Such is life.