[ Sandalphon was coming to terms with a lot. That false life was one of them. He had forgotten the Sky Realm, his duty as Supreme Primarch, being a primal beast, the lessons he learned on the Grandcypher, the captain, Lyria, Vyrn... He had forgotten everything, replaced with a new life and a new name. He felt sick, using Katalina's last name in that mirage, but what could he do? The mirage planned everything out for him. He had no choice in the matter.
The one that stung worst of all was forgetting his guiding light. Forgetting Lucifer felt like sacrilege. He didn't want to forget-- he never did, and it was torn from him in an instant. If he found whoever responsible he'd be sure to tear him to shreds. Rage, sadness, and isolation were a whirlwind in him, and in the silent café, all he can do is focus his energy in cleaning the coffee cups.
However, he was unsure of one thing. Yuzu.
He knew he took care of her in that mirage. She had become his daughter. But his name was not Samuel Alize. Her name was not Yuzu Alize-Boyle. He was Sandalphon, and she was Yuzu Hiiragi. The café had become their home, and as he looked out at the décor, he realized that the memories of playing house were still there. And they hurt. They hurt as if it were real and not a wool over his eyes in hopes of forgetting this accursed realm they called Ryslig existed. Deep down, he knew what he felt was something he would never be able to let go of.
He missed that peace. And he missed having another person to smile at. The memories had taken root in his core, and he's unsure if he even likes them being there. Despite that, Sandalphon knows that he'd never dare speak a word of this, electing to bury the experience as well as all the emotions deep within his core, never to look back at them.
That was the plan, until he saw the pink harpy enter. He's looking anywhere but her. ]
Yuzu... [ There was an obvious strain in his voice. Emotions were certainly a hassle. ] Is there something you need?
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The one that stung worst of all was forgetting his guiding light. Forgetting Lucifer felt like sacrilege. He didn't want to forget-- he never did, and it was torn from him in an instant. If he found whoever responsible he'd be sure to tear him to shreds. Rage, sadness, and isolation were a whirlwind in him, and in the silent café, all he can do is focus his energy in cleaning the coffee cups.
However, he was unsure of one thing. Yuzu.
He knew he took care of her in that mirage. She had become his daughter. But his name was not Samuel Alize. Her name was not Yuzu Alize-Boyle. He was Sandalphon, and she was Yuzu Hiiragi. The café had become their home, and as he looked out at the décor, he realized that the memories of playing house were still there. And they hurt. They hurt as if it were real and not a wool over his eyes in hopes of forgetting this accursed realm they called Ryslig existed. Deep down, he knew what he felt was something he would never be able to let go of.
He missed that peace. And he missed having another person to smile at. The memories had taken root in his core, and he's unsure if he even likes them being there. Despite that, Sandalphon knows that he'd never dare speak a word of this, electing to bury the experience as well as all the emotions deep within his core, never to look back at them.
That was the plan, until he saw the pink harpy enter. He's looking anywhere but her. ]
Yuzu... [ There was an obvious strain in his voice. Emotions were certainly a hassle. ] Is there something you need?