Is it handing me answers if I happen to think of a good question?
[She shrugs.]
Then I think you still count as Battler, and you came into existence while thinking about the events of Rokkenjima. So the first two are true. I don't think your own mind, even if you have a different name or whatever else, would count as someone who knows Battler - after all, if that person knows Battler, he wouldn't have to think so hard about it.
On the other hand, you could definitely say that if the last two are true, then the first can't be. But that's not the way I see it, anyway.
"The green does not belong to Lord BATTLER, I can confirm this much." Virgilia is very pleased with this answer, however. It's like having a student again. Nostalgic. "Now. Do you understand what each color is for? And how they are utilized?"
I know what kind of things are being theorised. That doesn't make them the truth, and that doesn't mean you have to accept all of them as part of you either.
[But she hates the way the injured Battler reacted, so she crouches down to look at him, and to get a better look at his chest.]
Battler-kun... Do you want me to try to help? I think trying is better than leaving you like this, but if you think I'll only make things worse, if it's just hurting you more... Ange and Rika-chan should be coming soon.
"I'll confess to not being so familiar with a purple truth, so I can neither confirm nor deny your take on it." But Virgilia does seem a little thoughtful, tapping her chin. "But why would the corruption choose that color and not one of the others?"
...Fine, you're trying to tell me to stop thinking so hard, to just be emotional instead, right? Then I hate the second, so that's the lie. I think it makes the most logical sense to be the third, or after that the first, but the second is the only one that's making me want to scream! I hate that anything uninvolved people have to say about it could affect how you think of yourself, they don't have any say in who you are - even though I'm playing this game, I don't either.
[injured Battler makes a terrible noise almost immediately after she finishes, but closer inspection shows that it's because a terrible thorn just pulled itself out of his heart.
meanwhile, the uninjured Battler... seems to actually settle a little, a tight coil unwinding just slightly.]
"It isn't a bad theory, all things considered." Ronove comes up with another cookie tray, offering them with a smile. "But surely Lord BATTLER wouldn't simply use something no one is aware of in a game of his?"
The corruption is starting to affect memories of what occurred on Rokkenjima in 1986. There is no true way for someone like Ange to know how Ushiromiya Battler was actually like without something like this occurring. My only regret is that I couldn't help more with making Rokkenjima the reality it was. I took full advantage of my own weakened state because I was bored and needed people to engage with the truths distorted by the corruption.
I don't think it's your only regret, but I have much more of a problem with the second one again. Are you calling my cute daughter stubborn?
You're just frustrated by her stubbornness. But Ange loves you, so she would understand sooner or later. Rather, aren't you not giving her enough credit? If you're giving up on her, then you don't have any room to talk, and purposefully showing her lies isn't going to help. Understanding each other can be tough, but that doesn't mean it's not worth it.
[injured Battler makes another pained noise, this time gripping onto Kyrie white-knuckled because it's a few thorns pulling out from his heart this time. but when that's over, he just kind of wheezes a laugh and says a quiet ow... coping things, y'know. he HAS been through worse.
uninjured Battler is less relaxed but more openly showing the truth to the "anger" that's been everything--a confusion, a fear, a hurt. but he shakes his head and closes his eyes tightly, not disagreeing with what's said but it's painful, it hurts.]
... this is the last one, as it's the most relevant.
I will not love anyone else the way I love Beatrice. Love is despair. I will continue to love in spite of despair. I've tried to hate you but can't.
[She takes the injured one's hand and squeezes it between both of hers, but looks up at the other.]
Come on, you put them in the wrong order, they just got easier. I know at least the last two for fact. But "love is despair"? Even I know that's not true, love isn't despair, loving someone hurts more than anything, but it's not because there's anything bad about love. It's being vulnerable that's painful. Loving someone means giving them the ability to hurt you because you've offered that trust. It's awful if they make a mistake, or even purposefully trample it. But that's not what love is. It's just love, it's a good thing, it will always be much more happy than sad, that's why the next point is true - you'll keep feeling it anyway, no matter what.
[probably a little alarming, but the Battler with the heart problems just kind of reaches into his chest to pull at the thorns--no longer that purple color, going black and withering. but thankfully it's fine. they snap, brittle, under his fingers and he gives the biggest sigh of relief.
similarly, the vines and thorns among the flowers seem to be steadily going the same way, dark and withering.]
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