[color=6ecff6][b][h3]Reverio Galand[/h3]
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It was with a soft sigh that Reverio turned to face Ken, who had implored both him and Chinami to hear him out. The Izumo heir's words about them all having assumed things wrongly, about negativity and the flower garden. All these things did reach the blonde's ears.

Negativity. That very word could be used to summerize his feelings for humankind as a whole, with some exceptions. It were those exceptions that were at fault for holding him back, from letting him to travel down the path he both dreaded to tread, but also deep within felt more drawn towards. It was as if the forces of the world, the gods themselves was slowly pulling him towards doing something which could change the world forever. He knew he didn't have the power alone, no mortal had enough power to change the world on their own. It was a group effort, or the effort by a being far above them. Even above the gods.

The blonde knew what was pulling at him, he knew what manner of being his thoughts were drawn to. But he shook them away again. There was a time for deep thinking, but that was not now, not here. Reverio straightened himself up slightly, holding out his hand towards one of the potted plants in his apartment.

[color=6ecff6][b]"No matter how beautiful and vast a garden is, there will be people seeking to blow it all away. I've seen it all before, I've felt it all before. We may eat and drink, rest and take in the view. But it won't change anything. The world out there remain as rotten. While your offer is indeed a kind one, and while I agree that such scenery is pleasing to behold and I would want nothing more than drift away in such a place. I've been trapped far too long in my life, by things that only came to serve as an illusion to how things truly were. Much like a masquerade ball, once the masks are dropped the music also does. My brother who gave me this life, I cannot allow myself such joy. I cannot even end myself for the guilt I feel. I must live, but if I must live, I must live doing something of worth... or it will all have been for nothing. I cannot go back to being a kid, Ken. But I think that applies to everyone. None can go back in time, except in ones memories..."[/b][/color]

Reverio gently slammed his fist into a nearby table, not enough to startle anyone or break something, but enough to make a point. Then he turned to Chinami as she had spoken up again.

[color=6ecff6][b]"That sounds good to me. We shall dine another time then, [i]miss[/i] Chinami. Thank you again for bringing back my coat."[/b][/color] It was with a show of appreciation that the blonde offered a deep bow to both Chinami and Ken.

[color=6ecff6][b]"Perhaps we can talk again someday, Ken. I wouldn't necessarily say either one of us is fully wrong or right, we are simply what we are. Shaped by our surroundings and experiences. If people would fully understand each other, perhaps this world would have been a different place alltogether. But would that have been a world people would desire. Is there truly such a perfect world that people can live in? And would that even be called living? I have no answer for that..."[/b][/color] Rev offered a final soft smile.

[@Letter Bee][@Lewascan2]