Chapter 21-14 The Disagreement (II)

Chapter 21-14 The Disagreement (II)

And Veylis, remember this always: if something can be taken from you, it was never truly yours.

-Zein Thousandhand

21-14

The Disagreement (II)

They stood as pillars amidst the chaos, the misted torrents that once made up totality grasping vainly at their forms. The patterns of reality coursed up into the Ladder and broke in two directions. One to make the ascent. The other to feed a balance.

Suspense choked the air. Draus mind was narrowing to a spears tip, humanity shed to let the weapon take hold. Dice was as if a dog next to her, internal machinery building to a resonant growl. Tavers was missing. An echo of a message played across through the cadres minds. +Incog.+ Three meters away and flanking both Avo and Zein, a glint of simmering flame built at the center of Chambers irises while Kae stole moisture from the air.

She doesnt remember Tavers.

They were gliding down the blades edge now. Something was coming. A blow soon to fall.

Denton was openly glaring at Zein now. No more diplomacy. No more attempts to hide her displeasure at how things were developing. This is not how things are meant to be done.

And how are they meant to be done, agent? What is our purpose here but to win. Zein cocked her head, awaiting an explanation.

The spy remained undeterred. I am trying to secure means of survival for the people of the polities and reduce further bloodshed on Idheim. What are you doing, Thousandhand?

Asserting control over a variable I let slip too long, Zein said, her tone neutral, attention fixed on Avo.

Between Godslayer and ghoul was but a single step of separation, but though Zeins gaze was on him, Avo looked up again, studying the sphere-pierced sun parting into metaphysical tides.

A new existence was being rebuilt from a final apocalypse. By symbology, it seemed more like a resurrection of reality rather than a rebuilding. Perhaps the Flayed Ladder was not unlike a Liminal Frame, but its core included everything instead of a single little ego.

The fact that his Framethe Stillborncould invade the same heights and spread him as a contagion of change in a realm above without costing him his sense of self made more than a few things clear.

More importantly, however, the understanding delighted him. He relished in understanding the threat he posed, the gift he possessed, and angled his head down to face Zein once more, now more aware than ever why she feared him.

Never told me, Avo said, his words directed toward several figures. Denton likely knew. Calvino certainly. Zein obviously. Each of them had the means to keep their thoughts hidden from him, and they played their games of obfuscation well. But he wasnt offended, for such was the nature of the nature of the great game.

The final game.

Was this always your plan? Kaes question came as a hushed whisper. Her attention was on Zein and Calvino both, agitation building with each passing second. Answer me! Was I always being contracted to build a weapon, and never knew? W-why would you allow the Guilds to claim such a thing in the first place?

+We didnt allow the Guilds to do anything,+ Calvino said. A ripple of discomfort rolled over its simulated avatar. +Even now, we are uncertain how the Strix learned and located our restricted material. Probabilistic simulations point to Omnitech assistance. But more to the point, by the time we responded, the specimen was already beyond our reach.+

The High Seraph built new paths to secure the Imitators, Avo guessed. His templates shifted, theorized, and shuddered. Most of them offered little than conspiracy theories and idle gossip. But Benhata was consumed by rising bitterness.[We know about the High Seraphs abilities. Thats why we operate in secret. And thats why we operate as we are, and try to use Stormtrees Longeyes to counter them. But Elder DRongo had to be told about the project. We didnt know.]

And suddenly Walton was in another light again.

A lone, solitary Low Master might be a peerless Necrojack, but the situation on display demanded more than the manipulation of minds. No. Penetrating Voidwatchs privacy protection required an understanding of coldtechor an outright disfigurement of its design. Omnitech. And there was little possibility that the High Seraph or Zein wouldnt account for Noloths involvement in things.

Even without knowing how to manipulate the future, Avo felt the paths narrowing to a scant few.

Jaus. Just how many sides had his father been trying to play?

Ah. There it is. The only possibilities reveal themselves to you as well. Zein sighed. Hard to see it at the time, but I think he used me and my daughter against each other. We struck at each others paths. Breaking futures as I played the part of saboteur while my daughter became a fortress unto herself.

Kaes jaw fell a bit wider as she realized how far-reaching the machinations went. And how she was but a small component in the grand machine of moving deception. Her confidence shriveled. In days past, she had been telling herself that it was because of her brilliance and importance that she suffered. That the great powers were trying to suppress her attempts at change.

It was a delusion of martyrdom. But an understandable one. Her scarred heart was still tender and raw; her confidence brittle.

Seeing that no one truly cared about the ruptured Heaven of Lovethat Wombrash wasnt even a topic worth mentioning was another spike driven deep into her half-closed wounds.

No. The words left her with a whimper at first. Avo faced her and saw the twitch in her eye, a dam of frustration, rage, and trauma breaking inside her. No. No. No! Whatwhat the fuck is wrong with you? All of you? Are we just things for you to use and throw away? Do you not think were alive right now? That we matter?

Calvino simmered at the Agnos words, but Zein offered only scorn. So you are alive. What of it? Why does that matter at all? Can you enforce your will in this situation? Can you dictate the terms of your life? Do you have any worth left to leverage at this point? The crone lifted a single finger. Having you still is preferable. You are a good Agnos. But your part has long been played. The weapon is made. That is what matters.

The retort struck Kae like a knife to the gut and the last chains of fear and anxiety shattered. A near shriek of feral fury escaped from her. She charged Zein. Made it only three steps before Chambers caught her from behind. The little Agnos thrashed in the former enforcers grasp and howled her hate at Zein, at Calvino, at Denton, at the world unmade, all sound, all fury, but bearing little meaning in the end.

Everything Kae sobbed, lashing the world with her Heaven. Her moisture clashed against Chambers flames, and steam rose, columns of pale starkness against the gloomy currents embracing them. Everything I gave everything You took everything All I ever did was try. What did I do wrong? Why? Why?

Avo prepared to reach into Kaes mind, to drain out her hurt, but the Agnos crumbling facade and Chambers pleading eyes held him at bay.

A sad exhalation escaped Corner, the once-squire unable to bear the sight. [Just fucking let her have this. Its all she really has anymore, anyway. The hurt is the only thing thats still her own.]

And even that could be taken from her if Avo willed in. Connected to her as he was, a new understanding dawned and a new color was learned. A sympathetic whine of pain escaped from Avo as the full dread of powerless existence struck him at once.

There was no control for her. Not even how she lived. Not even why she acted.

Her worth was objective. Like the sacrifices, she was used to make her Heavens. Like the ghouls the Hungers used as fodder of flesh and mind. Like all the little ignorant people, caught in a grand game between mother, daughter, and more shadows unseen; the legacy of Jaus rotten to its very core.

Draus mind remained razor sharp, entirely locked in on every movement that Zein made. Part of her noted Kaes distressand instinct warred with instinct as she held to her role. Dice was far less tempered. The hound had left the girl, and she now saw the face of her aunt when she looked upon the kneeling woman who had comforted her just hours prior, that was the first thing she saw when her mind returned to stability.

The Agnos clung to Chambers, screaming into his chest, her fists gripping the horrific coat he still worethe one stolen from Dannis Steelhards mannequin back at the Lots. She wept, and he stroked her back. I know, its bad. Its fucking bad. I know. Its not fucking fair. I know. But were still breathing. Were still here. Were still here.

A memory bled into Avo, and Chambers swapped places with Kae. A scene of him as a young boy sobbing into the embrace of his mother played. His father was in the background lighting up some drug or other, and blood trickled from his belt. Lashes lined both Chambers and their mother, some becoming connected wounds.

He spoke the same words she did all those years ago. He spoke them to Kae, and the wounds of their minds were connected all the same.

You could have mastered her, Zein said, speaking to Avo now without taking her eyes off the Agnos. You could have torn the weakness from her thoughts. Saved me the trouble of trying to

A pained hiss escaped from Avo as he slid more of Draus in place, blunting away the pain. Before him stood Zein, umbrella in hand once more, regarding him with a passive look.

Now you surrender yourself to me. Her words neither request nor command, but statement. You bring all of yourself back into your current sheath. Or I peek into the minds of your comrades. I find where the rest of you are hiding regardless. And I take them from you. Your cadre. Your home. Everything that you have.

To cement her threat, she made some of the passing streams around them flow backward. And it was like they never were.

I can give these memories to Naeko. Give my Frame back to Highflame. Veylis.

Zein shook her head. No. Youre more selfish than spiteful. You will try to reveal me, perhaps. But that will do little to impede my operations. More, I see now how you might approach. The angles are many, but they can be prevented. Threaten me again and I rewind the annoying one.

Chambers. She was talking about Chambers.

Avos mind sharpened. He reshaped his consciousness in an instant, unmaking his rising rage before it could betray him. His templates were recovering. Suggestions and plots formed and broke in his mind.

There was so much noise he never noticed the whispering from deep inside.

She doesnt know what Tavers is doing. She doesnt know what Tavers is doing. She doesnt know what Tavers is doing

And then an unexpected voice cut through the madness, the advice snarled with purpose. All for the sake of biding more timeof figuring out an escape-solution. [Provoke the cunt to angerbut not with a threat. Make her focus on you. Strike her at her root.] Peace was like a maddened warg free of his cage, but at this moment, despite all his hatred for Avo, they were united by a common foe. [Tell her exactly what I have to say. Watch the sows face change.]

So Avo did. Chains from chains. Never knew how accurate that was. Till now.

The passivity drained out of Zeins eyes. Replaced by a chilling blankness. You speak words without knowing their meaning.

I speak words to someone who was clearly forgotten. Zeins jaw tightened. The more cowardly of his templates screamed for him to stop. Avo kept going. Look at yourself. Look at you now. You dont care about anything but a single goal. Willing to sacrifice everything. How human. How pathetic. How very godly of you. Imagine your victory. Imagine Jaus facing you at the end

Be silent, Zein whispered.

--You and your daughter and his broken world. Do you imagine he will embrace you? Do you intend to lie to him about your victory? About what you surrender to win it? Do you?

The glaive was through his chest. He didnt remember it going in. He didnt remember why one of his eyes was missing, why his arms were broken, why his legs were snapped, why he was hacking up blood.

Its the truth, Avo said, forcing the words out from a mending lung. Truth! I have Peaces memories. I remember him! I remember Jaus. He would be ashamed of you. Ashamed!

A crack passed through him. He was on his back again. Starring up into a writhing mess of hive of chronology, strings sliding over one another and Thousandhand standing over him. Her face was a shadow of loathing, her eyes pale dots of anger.

She doesnt know what Tavers is doing.

[Hey, Low Fucker,] template-Chambers said, spitting at Peace. [You better not be doing this just so Thousandhand can torture Avo more.]

[Of course I am!] Peace said, honest in his hate. [It just so happens that pissing Thousandhand off is the best way to distract her.]

You know nothing of what I have done for this cause, Zein seethed.

Your cause, Avo retorted. This is for you. You and no one else. You. Your daughter. Your lover. They both believe in something. But you? Youre just selfish. Just want your family back. Drugs to do. People to hurt. Youre a child. An infant that grew skilled but never wiser. Your dream is to make existence a playground. Pleasure. Pleasure. Pleasure. Never consequence.

Calvinos manifestation crackled. +Thousandhand, you will not+

And then Avo couldnt see out of his left eye. And then the world was a spiral of colors.

Consequence? Zeins said, casting the gore-strewn Neurodeck she tore from Avos skull aside. My consequence is what started this in the first place. The lessons I taught my daughter drove her to bind her father into the Ladder. To fuse him with reality itself. And there was almost a sob in her voice. But weapons didnt weep and so she settled for anger instead. Let me educate you, then, on the nature of being a Godclad. This is our culmination. I say one thing. You say another. And it cannot be both ways. What then? What then?

She doesnt know that Tavers is aiming. She doesnt know. She forgot about the Incog. She forgot about the Incog. Please. She must forget about the Incog.

Weakness gnawed at Avo. Strain. Exhausted. Even thinking was hard. Focus. Slippery. No.

No? She asked.

No. Youre not a Godclad. Youre human. Powerful. But only human. So was your daughter. So was Jaus. That. That was the problem. You are all only yourselves. You all consume. Interpret. But you only live as yourself. You dont see through anothers eyes. You dont live as another has lived. You are all just here for yourself.

A look of disbelief overtook her. A beat. A laugh. Humorless cackling. Andand you are different? And you are nobler?

Nobler? Avo said, almost unable to hear the word. No. But I want to become everybody. And I want to learn what it really means to become a true god.

Zein opened her mouth to reply but shifted into a cut. A splash of darkness smudged the rushing gold. A release of entropy tickled Avos Frame, his Woundmothers Hell singing in accord.

A foot away from the Godslayer, Tavers fell in two, split across the middle by Zeins sweeping blade, her Hellgun still venting even as she fell.

Something plummeted in Avos chest. The accretion shimmering just outside Tavers exo-rig began to thin.

But there was something wrong.

It was hard to focus, but he couldnt feel any where was the flesh?

Where was the blood?

Quail Tavers. I presume. Zein said, watching the bifurcated squire plunge before her slowly. She shot Avo a scowl and shook her head. And here I was hoping we could have talked. Shared experiences. Few have survived as long as we. But, alas, your lot was ruined by association, and ultimately, what could this old hawk learn from carrion such as you

None of you See her

A frequency blade erupted out from the top of Zeins skull. The stab was precise. Quick. And from behind.

The Godslayer never saw it coming. Her umbrella clattered free from her grasp.

Tavers, wearing only her holocoat, had abandoned her armor. Had allowed it to be cut down in her stead as a distraction. She twisted her blade one final time, flicking it up from where it entered just under Zeins right ear before she tossed the Godclad aside with a grunt.

Shed tell you to get vacant after getting a kill, Tavers explained to the corpse.