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Who: Lyvus and visitors
Where: Lyvress
When: Day 295, post-game
What: after game cuddlepile

[Four revived-but-not-completely-healed Corvi and a bitten-but-not-bleeding survived Lynx coming back from the Arena. Everything is terrible and everything hurts, but at least we got memories.]

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[flushes and looks away from at that first part]

That's not true. Our flawed world relies on it.

I've been around you a lot. We're close. I notice things. I never pursued the thought because it didn't matter to me.

Relies on it? Hardly.

If it wasn't so necessary, why would it always be separated?

People want the world to be simple, because it's easier to understand and control that way. But it is never that simple, no matter how hard we pretend it is. So the people that fall between the desperation for simplicity—well, it doesn't make them any less important, certainly. But it does mean the world fears what they cannot understand. However, what is feared is not always wrong—and what is misunderstood, is not always wrong, no matter how much those who wish to separate the world into black and white would like us to believe it is.

Society creates right and wrong. The world creates the colours the world wants to see.

I'm not proud or wanting to be right... I don't have anything I want to defend. I just want to vanish.

No, I know you're not proud. But I suppose the major difference between you and I is, if there is a world where Night's existence is wrong, I would just as soon rip apart and change the entire world.

You are fine just the way you are.

[bites his lower lip and puts his hat on]

You're one of the best things about this place, to me.

...Royal...

I really mean it.

In the end, you have to make up your own mind, but other than Miharu, you know, there's at least one other person that knows a good deal about you and would selfishly hate for you to stop existing.

[t-tugs his brim down] I don't think any of you should think that. But...

[ttttrails off oh no thank yous are too hard '-']

You're really important to me.

Royal... [protesting]

What?

You... to me, too.

Thank you.

It just feels like standing at the edge of a cliff.

. . . yes.

And it's a long way down.

It's hard to trust that you'll be alright.

[nods]

If I decide to live, and regret living. That would be the worst thing to do to him.

. . . mm.

I'm already... hurting people with that.

It would hurt, but . . . I think if that's what you really wanted . . .

In all my memories, getting stronger the older I got, I was always wanting it... not to die. Never to die. Not to leave an imprint on everyone with my death. But just to fade away like objects in the darkness. Where their edges get softer and slowly disperse and eventually they're nothing at all.

[taking his hat off again, turning it over and over in his hands]

Maybe my mother would be alive then. Everyone I killed. Perhaps my family would be different. In that dark place where I'd never been born.