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[A peaceful melody played on a panpipe can be heard through the journal, or by anyone who happens to be passing by House 52 this afternoon. Veteran residents may recognize this particular tune as one that Martel played on occassion during her stay in Luceti, but to Mithos it is simply the song his sister would play to comfort him all those many, many years ago. Even now, it remains a source of comfort, one of the ways in which he can remember Martel. He can feel her presence beside him as he sits beneath a tree at the edge of the woods behind the house. Outside, despite the chill. Martel's music was never meant to be contained by walls, just as her soul and his memories of her were never meant to be contained by death.

Recieving his sister's panpipe (yes, the very same one, even though it had been broken when last seen) has been the first good thing to happen in quite some time. It is like a reminder not to give up -- Martel still needs him.

Mithos is entirely unaware that the journal is recording him, thus replies to any voice responses (or written responses) will occur last chronologically. Just for clarification.]

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I hold no illusions to the contrary. However, I would also go so far as to assume I am not unique in this respect.

You aren't stupid, then. Not a single piece of filth in this world can be trusted.

Do you believe you are unique in that respect?

I trust myself. What need do I have for the trust of others?

None at all. However, I dread to think what might become of you when that self you trust so much is compromised.

Are you implying that I'm unable to defend myself? [Touchy, touchy.]

I am stating there will come a time in which you will be incapable.

[Just...glares for a short while. As far as his own standards go, he's incapable now. Which he knows quite well, and even so hates, hates, hates to acknowledge. But if he can relocate that Cruxis Crystal...it won't be anything to worry about.]

Who are you to say that to me? Arrogant as always. [You humans are.]

I am your equal in this prison, where we are all but vermin.

I am no human's equal. [He refuses to resign himself to such a lowly, powerless state. He already knows what it's like to be at the bottom of the barrel, considered little more than dirt, and he left that behind a long time ago.]

[Yeah whatever bro I was kidnapped, tortured, and possibly jizzed on and only escaped by selling my soul to a demon DEAL WITH IT

Anyway, he just laughs here] Human? You are the equal of all who have a wing and a brand in Luceti. There are far "lower" things than humans to be found amongst us and you, Yggdrasill, are the same as them.

[Mithos does not particularly enjoy being laughed at. Why do you have to be so annoying?]

Shut up. Do you think I should accept being treated no better than vermin? I couldn't accept it before, so what makes you think I'll accept it now?

Before, Yggdrasill?

[Oh, oh, this is fun]

[Mithos certainly doesn't mind ~~whining about~~ guilt-tripping others about the terrible treatment he and Martel suffered long ago, experiences awful enough to make him want to bring change to the world. And then made him realize that the world couldn't change, that he would have to force his own change. But...something about the way Ciel says it, like it's a joke, makes Mithos wary of saying anything at all. He eyes the journal suspiciously for a brief moment before continuing.]

A long time ago, when my sister and I were despised and treated as lower than dirt simply for being half-elves, something we have no choice in. Of course I couldn't tolerate it. [Not after about 14 years of shit, anyway, when he finally got the balls ~~and the bro-spiration courtesy of Kratos~~ to actually do something about it.]

[Oh. Is that so.]

So?

[Oh you did not just--]

Martel was killed because humans refused to accept us. Do you think I could accept that? Do you think I stood back and did nothing for my sister?

Of course not. But am I meant to feel sympathy for you? Even I, who has lost everything before would not do such a thing. Whining about your own wretched circumstances is nothing short of futile. [That's all said coolly. But then he considers something. If this one's will is so strong...]

However... if you are so wronged by the intolerance of others, your own intolerance is a grand farce indeed.

My sister is everything to me. I'm not whining, and I neither want nor need your sympathy. [Decide for yourself how much truth that holds.] What I want is for you humans to realize what your foolishness destroys, and suffer in your guilt.

Martel and I did nothing to earn such hatred. Humans have done plenty to justify my hatred of them.

What guilt should "we" have for the actions of other humans? Such a concept is childlike - the world is not so "fair" as that.

[His voice takes on a more distant tone.] The world isn't fair, but why should it not be? That's what Martel and I wanted: to create a world free from discrimination, one in which all are the same race. Without differences, there is no discrimination.

That's naive. Even with all being the same race there at differences of class or status to consider. The world will never be so just.

[Sorry, Mithos is surrounded by an invisible logic-repelling wall.]

You may accept that, but I will never resign myself to a world that tramples on me.

Only a fool believes they might change the nature of the world, Yggdrasill. [That's said lightly. He's not resigning himself to any fate]

It is far more foolish to give up when Martel is still counting on me. [Hypocritical, considering he did give up. He gave up on finding a way to save both the world and his sister, diverting all his efforts to just Martel.]

And so you are tethered to what is already lost? [Sigh, how ridiculous]

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[voice] /slumber party

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[voice] /braid each others hair

[voice] no that's just gay

[voice] can they wear onesies?

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[voice] talk about boys? or is that too gay?

[voice] is it's Unlimited Tsun Works it's okay

[voice] we're good to go then

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