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[color=bc8dbf][h2][b]Canio[/b][/h2][/color]
[i]Palais Omnisports de Paris, Bercy, Residential District[/i]
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One could say this was the natural outcome. After all, the words he had been made to hear upon first manifesting in this world were words that struck at his heart, words that dredged up his traumas. 

Yes, in one sense, Ahez was the ideal partner for Canio. A lunatic and a thespian of the same class as Canio himself. One who could take the role as a peer actor to him without the slightest of disjunction. 

Yes, in the other sense, Ahez was the worst partner for Canio. There cannot be two suns over the land, there cannot be two stars on the stage. One who mirrors his madness will certainly deepen that very madness. It is said that observing the beautiful will make one beautiful, so is this in turn not a reflection of that most basic curse?

It had been trivial, a casual remark to be uttered before they departed for the night. The words themselves had no trace of malice, no inflammatory intent, they were merely 'Ahez being Ahez'. And yet, with his mind having been pared down, blue-steel shaven by the mirror of himself that his Master represented, Canio had lashed out. 

One could say this was the natural outcome. Ahez laid on the floor, blood driving itself from her body with each beat of her fading heart. Before her stood the tragic clown, dirtied knife in hand and confusion on his face, as though he was wondering what had happened to bring them to this state.

[color=bc8dbf]"Ah, Master, Master, you really shouldn't have, you really shouldn't have-"[/color]

[color=f49ac2]"B-By the order of these three Command Spells..."[/color]

A dying gasp left the Master, but the clown paid it no mind. Yes, for he was doomed to fade in mere moments regardless; with her death, he would be bound to vanish from this world. He did not seem to mind. This story was one that was doomed from the beginning. As such, it was only natural that he made no effort to stop her; an actor should deserve their last breath, after all.

[color=f49ac2]"Engrave my will onto yours."[/color]

[color=bc8dbf]"-Wh--at?"[/color]

Space [i]screamed[/i]. Under the force of three unified miracles and the simple manic whim of a dying lunatic, something impossible occurred. 

[color=bc8dbf]"No, no! I will not put on this paint, you will not rob me of this! I am not Pagliaccio, I am not-"[/color]

A Heroic Spirit whose nature was 'perfectly becoming another'. 

A human whose wavelength was sufficiently skewed to meet his.

The weight of three curses that had stepped into the realm of True Magic.

[b][color=bc8dbf]"Aaaaaaa, [/color][color=f49ac2]AAAAAAAAAAAA----aAaA[/color][color=bc8dbf]aAAAAAA-"[/color][/b]

Laugh, clown, at the banality of your story.

Laugh, clown, for the show must go on.