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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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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.

*He hopes the same isn't true for the Jin he knows. But there's another oddity that stands out to him.*

Your sister? I suspect our own roles aren't the only ones that differ between our versions of events.

[Jin's attention? Fully focused now, if it hadn't already been and eyes narrowing slightly.]

Why? What's happened to Shion in your Recurrence?

The same thing that happened to you in yours, although neither Winnicot nor Ridgeley have mentioned the cause of her death.

[Fists clenching, Jin tries to remain calm. Shion can't have died, Wilhelm would never have allowed it. Jin wouldn't have allowed her to die.]

He... He wouldn't have dared let her die!

Who wouldn't have?

The man that made me a Testament. Wilhelm.

And why would he be so opposed to her becoming a Testament?

Because Shion is the one that has to activate Zarathustra. She has to be with KOS-MOS so Mary will awaken.

KOS-MOS?

*It's pretty obvious the name isn't familiar to him.*

You don't know her? She's the Anti-Gnosis weapon.

[You're blowin' his mind Margulis!]

Another discrepancy, then. That was CUS-TOS, a male type android.

A male type? Mary's soul isn't the one being collected then, is it?

Soul? What are you talking about?

*Sorry Jin, he's from before any details about what's really happening come up.*

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