Kait, you've had played with that thought before of two Saerans meeting each other, didn't you?
I was wondering… Did you ever think of SE Saeran meeting VAE Saeran before?
Two scared men who survived their own deaths, cursed on their body with a permanent reminder. What do you think their interaction would look like?
"...What happened to you?"
"I should be asking you that question, you know?" his dry response came like the beat of a drum. "After all, out of the two of us here, you're the one covered in scars... You look like a fucking mess... not that I'm any better but... did the bomb go off?"
Did you set it off?
"...In a manner of speaking," Ray's quiet voice echoed against the walls of the room like the worst kind of chamber.
Saeran eyed him, his red hair obscuring most of his vision as he tried to get a better look at the frayed skin on Ray's body. It was obvious that those scars covered every inch under his clothes.
How far did it run?
That was hard to say.
He wasn't going to ask more. There was no point when he already knew the answer. It was the same way he imagined Ray was able to understand where the coarse edges of his hands had come from. It just... wasn't any of his business. He didn't have the right to know or the right to understand why he made that decision in the first place.
It wasn't his place to pry.
It didn't matter why he ended up in this place or how it came to be before he blinked at the sight of someone like Ray, the only thing that mattered was how he well understood what the person in front of him was feeling. They weren't the same and yet they were all at the same time.
Different circumstances, different choices, but a similar conclusion.
It was something Saeran understood on a near microscopic level. Regardless of what they chose to do in the heat of the moment, action led to a reaction and a consequence. In his case, it was the blood on his hands that would never wash away, and the cracked skin on his hands was a testament to how many times he tried.
The scars that were on Ray's body were from something similar.
"And... your tattoo?" Ray asked. His eyes flickering between Saeran's face and arm. "Is that something you did willingly?"
Did you choose to have that tattoo because you believed in what you were doing or because you felt like there was no other choice?
Saeran looked at his arm. No matter how much he thought about trying to get rid of it for himself, no matter how much he thought about getting it covered up with more ink, or how many times he considered clawing at his arm to fray the image, he could never bring himself to get rid of it.
It was a reminder of what he did and who he was.
As long as he never allowed himself to forget, he would never go back to being that person. Even if he didn't know what he wanted out of life, he knew he did not want to be that same miserable, angry, lost person.
"In a manner of speaking," he replied, using the same words Ray had.
They were one in the same no matter how they decided to slice it.
A part of him always hoped that maybe there was another universe out there where things worked out better for him, but seeing this broken man in front of him made him feel as though there might not have been.
Saeran's jaw felt tense as he said, "Are you content with that?"
Ray smiled, a bittersweet kind of smile that felt so familiar it could have been his damned reflection. Painful. The words were painful. "I think you and I know... we have no choice but to be."
Of course.
No matter what universe, no matter what parallel dimension, it seemed as though his life would always be a laughing stock to the universe. A silly little game that a God was playing to see how far somebody could be tortured before they cracked.
Yet, Saeran could only bring himself to ask—"Do you.. have the sky?"
"I do. I don't know where I would be if I couldn't watch the clouds all day. I hope it's the same for you," Ray whispered.
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Ray as a part of the Goetia Family 6~
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Prince Ray doesn't fight often.
Actually, whenever he can avoid it, be sure he will do whatever it takes to not get into a fight.
He doesn't feel physically or mentally capable... Even though he has very great powers since birth.
BUT! If Flower should be in danger? Then he's not batting an eye.
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