[b][i]William Ascot[/i][/b]

As he slept, William Ascot's dreams took a dark turn. His unprecedented exhaustion pulled him down, down a deep dark abyss that was water and void at the same time; distinctions erased themselves in dream-land. For a time, the sensation of falling was what governed the boy's senses, and he screamed soundlessly into the sea/void/wind. The pull of sleep granted no solace, no rest...why?

The moment he asked that was the moment the falling stopped, and the sixteen-year old opened his eyes wide. He was now standing on a grassy plain, a grassy plain dotted with gravestones every few places. Before him stood a figure that for one second seemed to be Vera, the next, Vittorio.

A look to his right and Galbrek stood to flank him, to his left, Andras stood silently, her curiosity evident on her face. The shadow of Wolf, now in armor, can be seen behind the boy, and it was the Knight that said, "You have some questions to answer."

"Indeed you do," the figure in front of him now wore Vittorio's guise, but used a masculine version of Vera's voice, made thicker and crisper to fit the body of the young man, whose image Ascot only knew from pictures. "William. You never answered why [i]I[/i], Vittorio, am more important than any person in Rhea. Why you'd break the laws of life and death, and make enemies of people you barely know, just for someone you've only read about, talked about, someone you also don't know."

William closed his eyes, and said, "My reasoning evolves with every passing moment, but right now, it's because you suffered more than anyone else in Rhea. You lost your friends, your family, all in one day. You knew happiness and lost it, and now, you fight among the outcasts of the world, pursuing a revenge against someone beloved by many, and thus brings you the hatred of most." Even in his dreams, William could not say aloud that he believed Alto was innocent. "No one cares for you anymore; that's my impression."

The Vittorio/Vera figure raised his fist as if to strike a blow, before William added, "And that isn't right! You deserve to have someone care!"

In his dream, he had more than his ramshackle collection of copied powers, he had more than a small amount of support abilities. In William Ascot's dream, the scabbard called Avalon appeared over him, glowing like a Reverse-Sword of Damocles. The boy siezed the moment to say, "I know our meeting will be different from this dream, so I will say this now - I want people to care about you. Not about how you can be used as a tool and not about how you are their enemy, but about you, as a person. I want someone to care about that; [i]I[/i] want to care about that. What life is it when people think you are nothing to them?!"

Tears, reflected in the real world. "I can't live like that, yet you already are -"

The field vanished, Vera/Vittorio vanished. The other figures disappeared as well, leaving Ascot alone in the dark. Or so he thought, as he felt spectral arms (Green?) clasping around his throat, squeezing it tight. Vittorio appeared once more in front of the boy, only this time, he spoke with Galbrek's voice. "You think you know what it is to care?! You think you know what it is to show compassion?! Hubris! Your pride is all that drives you, don't dress it up! I refuse all of your gifts, I refuse all of your offers. The path of revenge is mine!"

He felt it, the sensation of tears on his cheek as all turned to darkness again.

[b][i]Gilgamesha Ascot (NPC) and Alexander Ascot[/i][/b]

Alexander smiled, "All right, Michael, a drive home. Thanks for everything; I'll repay my debts soon."

And with that, he gestured the young man and Gilgamesha to his car, where William already was.

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