What a choice. He listened, and he listened well. The first option... God No. No. Forever no. He stared at the floor for a moment, the Digimon piping up.
"Um... What's it going to be?"
"...I'm open to suggestions."
"N-No way! This kind of thing's way too hard for me."
"So you're leaving me to it?"
".....Yeah. I can't make a decision like that..."
What would Tiz do? Agnès? Edea? It was perhaps at that point, Ringabel most acutely felt alone. They would squabble. Of course they would squabble. The sound would be comforting - it helped him think. But it was just silence. Eerie silence.
The first option. God. Gods... Gods were vengeful. Gods were not fair. They were not compassionate, nor were they just. Why else would things be as they were? No. The first option... was not an option. Gods brought down chaos and untold destruction. They brought judgement. This world.. it did not need that.
The second. What God could create but never maintain. A world...? All worlds fell to pieces. Even without his memories, he knew that more acutely than most. But a world.. where people, digimon, other living beings could know happiness, even if fleeting, compared to a god...
"I..." He wanted neither of these things. A God, or a creation of a God, destined to wither and die...
His breath caught in his throat as he fumbled to reach for his D-Terminal with a shaking hand.
"Both things you offer hurt people. But if I have to make the decision, I wish for Arcadia - if only so that peace is part of that. No matter how fleeting."
And he closed his eyes, exhaling.
"Ringabel..."
He became aware of a clawed wing brushing against his spare gloved hand, and closing around it. Despite himself, he curled his fingers around it, swallowing, and opening his eyes.
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"Um... What's it going to be?"
"...I'm open to suggestions."
"N-No way! This kind of thing's way too hard for me."
"So you're leaving me to it?"
".....Yeah. I can't make a decision like that..."
What would Tiz do? Agnès? Edea? It was perhaps at that point, Ringabel most acutely felt alone. They would squabble. Of course they would squabble. The sound would be comforting - it helped him think. But it was just silence. Eerie silence.
The first option. God. Gods... Gods were vengeful. Gods were not fair. They were not compassionate, nor were they just. Why else would things be as they were? No. The first option... was not an option. Gods brought down chaos and untold destruction. They brought judgement. This world.. it did not need that.
The second. What God could create but never maintain. A world...? All worlds fell to pieces. Even without his memories, he knew that more acutely than most. But a world.. where people, digimon, other living beings could know happiness, even if fleeting, compared to a god...
"I..."
He wanted neither of these things. A God, or a creation of a God, destined to wither and die...
His breath caught in his throat as he fumbled to reach for his D-Terminal with a shaking hand.
"Both things you offer hurt people. But if I have to make the decision, I wish for Arcadia - if only so that peace is part of that. No matter how fleeting."
And he closed his eyes, exhaling.
"Ringabel..."
He became aware of a clawed wing brushing against his spare gloved hand, and closing around it. Despite himself, he curled his fingers around it, swallowing, and opening his eyes.