[color=6ecff6][b][h3]Reverio Galand[/h3][/b][/color]

The man in the suit had gotten what looked like a file cabinet dropped upon him from the floor above, seeing what he did Rev couldn't stop his mind from drawing a conclusion.

[color=6ecff6][i]'Case closed.'[/i][/color] He thought, but it had been too early, the man was seemingly still capable to fight back, even if the damage had certainly been done to him. To such a point Dr Nightman had finally appeared through the doorway itself. The doctor's words towards them, even if he felt them mostly directed at Rev.

[color=6ecff6][b]"I am not who I used to be, Simon. But neither are you I believe. "[/b][/color] Rev replied quickly to the doctor, while still keeping his sword of light in his both hands, as Nightman pulled his servant into a dark void, or so it would appear.

Rev simply scoffed at hearing Nightman speak about fairness, but it was the manner of speech used by the doctor that made Rev make his decision. [color=6ecff6][i]'So he doesn't know after all...'[/i][/color] He thought, drawing the conclusion that Nightman indeed was no mind reader, but rather a mesmer. A deceiver just like... Rev could hear the familiar sound in his ears. Cling. Clang. The unmistakable sound of the crown falling down that long staircase, it's bejeweled and golden shape casting reflections along it's way down the well lit staircase.

A reflection. No, it was his brother. Standing there at the top of the stairs with an outstretched hand, his face covered in darkness, the only visible thing being his smile. That deceptive and horrible smile. The deceiver king. And next to him stood the princess, her inviting smile and aloofness transcending both time and space. Cling clang. Along the staircase stood all the beheaded nobles who met the same fate as his brother. It was in that moment Rev came back to the present, only a brief moment had passed but he had seen so much.

[color=6ecff6][b]"You are one to talk, you are a thief! You think stealing our powers will fill up that void in your chest and make you like born anew? You only get one chance, one try. Life isn't fair, only death is fair. It comes to all. Therefor-"[/b][/color] Rev said aloud, his voice raising before he dashed forwards, seeing however that Nightman was firing towards Chinami and Ken. Beams of light? It was Rev's gift being used. No.

[color=6ecff6][i]'... you will live.'[/i][/color] Rev thought as everything seemed to almost go in slowmotion, or was it his speed making everything else seem slow. He wasn't that fast was he?

[color=6ecff6][b]"You are already a replica!"[/b][/color] Rev yelled out, as he crouched down when he came close enough to the now two Nightmans, swinging his sword of light in a horizontal manner, attempting to hurl a wide-arc light projectile to attempt to amputate the Nightmans four legs at once, right below the kneecaps. Nightman didn't have to die. Not now. Not yet. Rev wanted to someday show Simon the truth of the world. There was no reason to stain Ken and Chinami's hands with his blood. It made the sword-wielder grit his teeth. What about his own? He knew the answer very well. Were it the flickering lights, he thought for a moment he could see the face of his brother. Giving off that haunting smile before fading away as quickly as he had come.

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