[color=6ecff6][b][h3]Vittorio[/h3][/b][/color]

Having made his way over to Celestine, he threw a glance to Celestine's pyjamas, furrowing his eyebrows and then looking away from it and instead set his sight directly into Celestine's eyes. His strained eyes, with dark circles around them and his pale skin almost made him seem like a hungry vampire.

[b][color=6ecff6]"His mother... so that's the case."[/color][/b] Vittorio said out plainly with a rough and painful voice. He knew the importance of mothers, having lost his own a couple of years back. If possible he would avoid dragging someones mother into the picture. But he had to set out to stop William.


[b][color=6ecff6]"I am up and walking indeed... but it is not for anger, but for love."[/color][/b] Vittorio said as a matter of fact and then set his gaze on Celine who was also present abit behind Celestine.


[b][color=6ecff6]"Follower of Galbrek, what are you doing here? Taken her in have you?"[/color][/b] Vittorio turned to face Celestine again.

Celine gave an indifferent shrug. [color=7bcdc8]"Who knows. I am not here for you, Master Vittorio."[/color]

[b][color=6ecff6]"So you say... How long do you intend to follow the whim of the one who does not understand the preciousness of life? Such a person does not deserve your time nor tears." [/color][/b] Celine's eyes narrowed slightly, there was something in that which did not sit well with her at all. But she knew better than to question people whose powers far exceeded her own, which both of these individuals did.

They could however possibly aid her on obtaining freedom, if nothing else a way back to Galbrek's side. As much as the latter choice made her feel like throwing up, if she only could have done something like that. Survival was what mattered the most. No matter what happen, she would survive this. She refused to end up like Bertrand, a puppet whose highlight in existance was to serve their creator. A creator which did not deserve their obedience or respect.


Vittorio sat down in a chair and closed his eyes while listening to Celestine. Then began to manifest his astral self next to his physical body, appearing first like a oval formed light before his tentacle like wings would spread out and like a butterfly exiting a cocoon he would spread them out.

[b][color=6ecff6]"Galbrek's plans are of little concern. He has his own selfish ambitions, much like I have my own. Are you two any different? We all want something. Were my powers to aid or hinder Galbrek, that does not matter to me. He interests me not. Only when or if he gets in my way I will take appropriate measures." [/color][/b]

Vittorio stood silent in his ghostlike form further listening to to Celestine. [b][color=6ecff6]"Ressurrection. An act I cannot stand for. No matter whom it may concern. Everything only lives once, a single chance and a single life. All beings are like this. Life may not be fair, but it is fair that all only have one chance. Were I to somehow ignore this and try ressurrect someone from the dead, I would throw away all that which made life, their lives beautiful to begin with. Someone would try to play god. I will not stand for it. If you look back and try think in 'what if' scenarios you will run out of time. If you were able to turn back time, would you have done things differently? More importantly.. would it have changed anything at all?" [/color][/b]

The ghostlike young man had an expression on his face which displayed both grief and severity.[b][color=6ecff6] "This boy William and those who may share his company. I will examine them closely. It would be dangerous to let such a force roam free. Not only for me but for the rest of Rhea."
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[b][color=6ecff6]"Life is not only sunshine and rainbows, such a thing can quickly be devoured by dark clouds and heavy rain. Rain which'll never cease to fall."  [/color][/b] Vittorio floated over behind Celestine to look at the laptop. "William Ascott. You know me, Celestine. I am as sensible as they come. When in ones home, where safety is assured would be the perfect place to strike at. Yet with caution."

His ghostlike form reached over to pick up his physical form aswell as the chair he sat on. "We'll both be going for this one. I will be back before dawn. Thank you. Celestine." He said in an echoing tone before he made his way towards the doorway, not caring the slighest about what hour it was. He had gotten his rest.

[i][color=6ecff6]William Ascott. For your role in trying to play god, I shall be sent forth as the gods mighty hammer to pass judgement...[/color][/i]