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Um... can I ask you a couple of questions?

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... I don't think I like this very much. Does anyone know what's going on? I keep saying things that I shouldn't...

(OOC: And we now have ToS 2 spoilers in the comments! Proceed with caution.)

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[stop making him feel bad, Emil. You wanted answers, so you got them. Just wait 'till you find out Richter wanted to open a demon portal.

So anyway, have a knock on your door.]

[He doesn't respond; he doesn't want Richter to hear him crying. Right now he's too shocked to form words.]

Emil. I'm coming in.

[hand is moving to the doorknob.]

R-richter...!

[He's torn... on the one hand, he really doesn't want to be alone right now, but on the other, well... he just found out that he's Ratatosk. Richter hates Ratatosk, he's made that very clear.]

[and now he's entering the room, knowing fully well he's going to end up spilling even more beans.]

... Emil.

G-go away!

[But there isn't much conviction behind his words; he sounds very small and scared right now. He's sitting on the bed, curled up into as tight a ball as he can manage, his body shuddering with the occasional sob.]

[oh, yeah. Very Ratatosk-like. And Richter's feeling worse, kthanx.]

... This is why I didn't want you to find out.

That's... t-that's why I can't remember anything before Palmacosta, i-isn't it?

[Swallowing hard, he raises his tear-stained face to regard Richter with pleading eyes.]

Yes.

[stop giving him those eyes, darnit!]

S-so I'm not even human... the people in L-Luin were r-right, I'm a monster...

No. That's not quite correct. The Ratatosk I saw two years ago was a monster. You're nothing like that creature. Your heart is human.

[his fists are clenching. Why must he be saying all these things?]

[His knuckles are white from clutching the blankets in his shaking hands.]

H-how can you say that? Y-you knew all along that I wasn't human! But you said... you said...

Your identity doesn't change a thing. You are what you believe to be. Sitting here and acting like a weakling won't do you any good.

[And he has to choke back a sob at this.]

Y-you were right all along, I am a weakling... I couldn't defeat Diavolo... I-I couldn't even protect Marta... I shouldn't pretend to be something I'm not!

I've seen how your journey ends, Emil. I was there. You protected Marta just fine. You even managed to-

[-kick my ass. Yeah, ouch. Richter quickly looks away, biting his knuckles, to stop himself from saying that]

[But he doesn't seem to have heard that.]

... w-what happens to me in the end when Ratatosk is-- when I'm awakened?

[Now his voice sounds very small.]

The world's Mana balance will slowly be restored, through the means of a ritual. It's complicated. You don't need to know about it.

[translation; do not ask]

O-oh...

[He looks like he wants to ask more, but he gets the feeling that it's not a good idea. Something tells him that things don't end all that well for him and this frightens him a bit.]

And... what about you?

I get to repent for my actions.

Repent?

[He tilts his head curiously, not quite understanding what Richter means by this.]

[fist biting, oh yes, lots of it. There's a muffled sound which sounds an awful lot like "Ginnunga Gap", but Emil doesn't know what that is anyway. Then he finally pulls himself together somewhat.]

It doesn't matter.

But... it does matter. I don't want anything to happen to you.

You wouldn't be saying that if you knew about-

[steeling himself, now. Dodge it, Richter! You can do it.]

About the things I've done to reach my objectives.

I would! I know you're rude sometimes, but underneath it you're a nice person and... and... I really like you, Richter!

[... oops. That was a bit more than he had intended to say...]

How can you just say that? You don't even know me! You don't know what I did! I made pacts with demons! I was ready to kill you, just so I could revive Astel! You can't say you like me when I've done nothing to earn such a thing!

[how's that for "more than he'd intended to say"? Smooth, Richter.]

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