#and then death matches became his coping mech as welll as roleplay by indulging a spiky blond's delusions born from trauma. The end.

[keykidpilipili]

Thinking about Radiant Garden Falls fic/Seeds of Disaster Sephiroth. How the wonder trio was given birth by a generation lullabyed by the tales of fearful pirates whose hideout was never found and just stopped coming one day. How those growups wished for children strong enough to beat the demons that haunted their own parents.

By the time the trio is ten years old, Ansem stops funding the research on how G cells improves battle strength stamina. An age of peace has no need for weapons or heroes. Tournaments or an unsually wild animal to put down or scare is the most excitement a warrior will ever get. Even the devastating magic Genesis brings from his secret travels gets either branded as flashy party tricks or as property damage risk.

Then the heartless come. Of course by the time the warriors are put in the field it’s way past guards finding empty houses with signs of struggle and no bodies. It doesn’t mean they can easily part crowds following a cry. It doesn’t mean they can calm down people crumbling in despair or grief. It doesn’t mean they can predict when or where the darkness will strike. They are only strong enough to strike down what hurts, not to protect what matters.

Power won’t help you console your friend after his apprentice and his mother have gone missing. Power won’t tell you if letting people with darkness problems be carried away for treatment is better for everyone. Power won’t save a dying kid struck down by his own mentor thinking he was a monster.

And when it comes down to it, power can’t compare to numbers. Each opponent that slips away every day, every hour, every second is a person you can’t save. So heroes burn themselves to keep going despite the burden, the grief, the anger and justify their existence. It hits you, as the abandoned rapier you used to stop your broken friend slips from your grasp, the metallic echo resonating in the basement empty of culprits or survivors. Peace was a lie. Order was a lie. Justice was a lie. You are alone, you are mad, you are free...

And never again will you have to pretend to be a hero.

#and then death matches became his coping mech as welll as roleplay by indulging a spiky blond's delusions born from trauma. The end. #radiant garden falls fic #rg falls fic #seeds of disaster #kh au #pili rambles #kh sephiroth #my ff in kh verse #sephiroth #kingdom hearts #Me caressing a picture of the Crisis Core Trio: what if they were stuck with each other as they got Worst and there was no Zack to pad in #I don't talk about the au that often beyond the CC trio parts on tumblr but Sephi is a perfect chracter for an adult pov about things going #worst surface side #I really want to write it one day hopefully but this year til July next year i really gotta speed up with KHXWR stuff