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[Floor Thirteen]

Margulis hadn't been a particularly religious man, not since he'd been betrayed by his faith fifteen years ago. But nonetheless, he'd found his way to the cathedral. The silence was disconcerting, but at the same time, exactly what he needed. A chance to think, without loud interruptions to tear him away from his thoughts.

The setting, however, tore at him, and as he stood at the front of the room, he couldn't help but reflect on one recent event. On Pellegri's death. On his failure to convince her of the truth on Miltia, and on his inability to save her from her own resentment on Michtam. Lost in thought as he was, he didn't even think to keep an eye on the door.

[Floor Three]

After his visit to the cathedral, Margulis was in sore need of a distraction. On his own, he couldn't keep his mind off of recent events in his own world. It wasn't late enough for the monsters to be out in force, so the library would have to be that distraction. And it served its purpose.

His teacher had had an impressive collection of paper books, as had the Kukais, but he had never seen anything like this. He hadn't even thought there were this many physical books in readable condition left in the galaxy. It was nothing short of amazing, and one could easily catch him browsing the many bookshelves or sitting with one of his finds.

[Obligatory nighttime option]

Even after his trip to the library, Margulis was still on edge. Between Pellegri's death and this claim that his universe was destroyed, he was about as far from happy as he could be. But nighttime brought monsters to fight, a way to blow off steam. His blade sliced through most enemies with ease, leaving a fiery trail in its wake as he moved with speed and agility his solid frame wouldn't suggest. Those that he couldn't dispatch with blade alone, he handled with blasts of fire and lightning.

But even he could get in over his head, and there was no guarantee that he'd have a clear shot to safety when he began to tire...

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[The Green Testament, Jin Uzuki, would also be found that evening and slaying the beasts of the tower. He lacked his hood and mask, finding no purpose in hiding what he was here in case their world, or his rather, had been destroyed.

His katana sang in the air as he cut through one creature and used no ethers. Not yet. He tired much less after he had died and had grown stronger. So it was the ethers that Margulis used that drew his attention, so familiar.]

*It was the glint of fire light off of steel that caught his attention. He'd thought he would be alone here, at this time of night. Turning to see who had decided to join him, his eyes went wide when he saw-*

Uzuki?

[Oh no, there's one other in the halls this evening and trying to ensure that they don't hurt anyone. Especially with children in the tower. He paused for only a moment, his blade currently embedded in the face of some disfigured animal.]

Colonel.

[His tone isn't icy but he's not pleased to see the other man here. Especially considering who was responsible for his death.]

*He grips his blade tightly as he turns to face Jin completely, unable to help noticing what the younger man is wearing.*

What do you think you're doing in that outfit? That's a sick joke after Pellegri's death.

[He's looking over what Margulis is wearing as well, those he has no comment on it like the other does. The mention of Pellegri's death stings a lot more than it should, he's not part of their lives or world anymore. It shouldn't bother him.]

I am wearing it because it's mine to wear. And I find it more comfortable to fight in than my old Federation uniform.

Don't be absurd, Uzuki. Do you really expect me to believe that you've become a Testament in the short time since we met at Rennes-le-Chateau?

I became a Testament fifteen years ago.

[There had been a brief moment when Jin had encountered Margulis there but he'd merely been sent as a distraction. How did he know it had been Jin?]

The last time I set foot there was to recover Mary's body. And even then, my part had been minimal.

What are you talking about? You were clearly human during our fight on Old Miltia a year ago and there was no mistaking your swordsmanship in the ES at that place.

I wasn't on Old Miltia a year ago.

[That's a lie but he wasn't Jin when he was there. And he'd made sure that no one knew he'd defended Shion's group from his attack.]

I haven't been anywhere near Miltia in years.

[Okay so, he was busted when it came to the ES. He could deal. By not making a comment.]

If you're going to lie, at least come up with something halfway believable. If you weren't there...then who was it blocking our path?

*He raises his sword to point at Jin as he poses his question, but makes no move to do anything more than threaten.*

I'm not lying, Colonel. I have nothing to gain by it here or by lying to you. Especially when you're the one responsible for my current condition.

[His own grip on his sword tightens, just in case.]

I'm getting tired of pointing out the absurdity of your statements. I think I would be aware if I was responsible for your death.

And I'm certain I would be even more aware. The pain of dying is a hard one to forget. Your blade struck well that day, I died not long after the roof collapsed beneath you.

I've heard enough. If you won't tell the truth of your own accord, I'll just have to carve it out of you, Uzuki!

*He gives no more warning before he dashes forward, blade enveloping itself in flame as he slashes it at Jin's midsection.*

[His first instinct is to raise his sword in defense but he stops himself. Instead, the shield around his body stops the attack before it gets close to flesh and throws Margulis back and away from him.]

As I said, Colonel, I'm not lying.

[Lookit that smug smile on his face now.]

*He flies back and lands on his back, knocking his sword out of his hand and sending it sliding to the wall. He pulls himself up to a position where he can look at Jin, but seems to be in too much shock to stand.*

You- But how?

Fifteen years ago on Old Miltia, your final attack was all I could handle. I died there shortly after the roof collapsed and I transferred the Y-Data to Canaan. That was the day I became.... this.

[He sheathes his sword and walks over to him then and offers his hand to help him up.]

*Nope, he's still a bit too shocked and confused to even make it obvious if he notices the offer.*

That's impossible. You barely even acknowledged that Realian's existence beyond your surprise that I had allowed them to accompany me so far.

[Wait, waaaaaait!]

Accompany you? I assisted Canaan and chaos that day.

[How could- Oh. He understands now.]

I see. You're from a different Recurrence. Events haven't proceeded the same for you as they have for me.

*If events went differently...that would explain everything. He grimaces and finally pushes himself to his feet, without taking Jin's hand.*

As if this place wasn't wearing on my nerves enough.

*Wait a sec...*

But if you were aiding those two, then you aren't aligned with U-TIC.

[Jin sighed and let his hand fall to his side. Let the Colonel be stubborn, it made no difference to him.]

No, I'm not. And I'm going to assume from everything you've said already that you aren't either.

*His pride is bruised enough from getting sent flying, it needs to recover.*

No, I turned from U-TIC and Ormus fifteen years ago, when I discovered evidence that we were being manipulated.

[Who needs pride anymore?]

That's a change I never would have expected from you. I never would have been able to convince you to leave them.

*He always needs pride.*

There are some things that must be seen for one's self, before it's too late to make a difference.

A shame that the Margulis I know had already been too far lost in U-Tic's lies. He'd have made a valuable ally for my sister and her friends.

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NIGHTTIME!

*Cues the battle music.*

.... Guess what just started playing on my iTunes... Not even kidding...

Fatal Fight? Seriously? XD

Yeaaaaaaaaaaah XD

Welp XD

Fate intervenes with these two

Obviously.

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Cues the battle music.