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Who: Cyrus and YOU
What: Talking
Where: Around
When: October 8-9

Cyrus hadn't felt well lately. His forced change of heart was beginning to wear on him, and he found himself confronted more and more with the echoes of the past. The world had to change. It had to. And he had to bring it about.

This world was fresh and new, but already he could sense that it was more and more illogical to attempt to mold it into that ideal.

People had not changed.

Cyrus had not changed.

And as before, he had taken to wandering the grounds with a notebook, furiously writing down everything he thought and muttering to himself nearly constantly. Only this time he wasn't blank or expressionless, seeming more sad than anything else.

And he continued to write. Go talk to him, will you?

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If there was anybody concerned with his welfare around the mansion, it was Rosalina. She'd become fascinated by him, and she'd become used to seeing him wandering the mansion deep in thought. But this time when she saw him, he looked... sad? It wasn't an expression she was used to from him. She wasn't exactly used to seeing much of ANY expression on him. So this felt exceptionally out of place. Enough to warrant a small intrusion on her part.

"...Are you okay?" she asked simply, cutting to the point.

He startled at the familiar voice, quickly shoving the notebook in his pocket and turning towards her. "Yes, no...nothing makes sense," he admitted. "The world must be saved. It has to be put right. And this place...this place ought to be a new beginning for everything."

A new beginning for everything, what he had said on the Spear Pillar all that time ago. His writing hand twitched, penning words in midair. "It has to be real, and those here would still deny it..."

Rosalina prided herself on her ability to speak cryptically, to help others come to truths about themselves, and to make sense of a confusing universe. But Cyrus was sounding... manic? Unbalanced? She could barely make sense of what he was saying.

"Perhaps you had best start at the beginning," she suggested, hoping to get something more useful to her out of him.

"The beginning...yes, begin at the ending, the new beginning..."

He wrote more down before seeming to calm considerably. "The world must be set right. This new world...it is still not the ideal world I seek. Not so long as certain forces exist, it cannot be that complete and perfect world I fought for..."

"You're beginning to worry me," Rosalina said simply, shaking her head at him. "What is imperfect about it?"

Cyrus stared at her, cold blue eyes locked to hers. "In a word, it is incomplete. Only by ridding ourselves of our selfish spirits can we be set free."

She had never seen his old self, not fully. Post-Helio, post his entrapment in that strange and terrifying place, he had emerged a nearly entirely new person. He had thought he had changed, that he could take joy in the world. But joy was selfish. He was selfish, and he had to purify himself from it.

"...Rosalina." She brought Cynthia so much to mind that it had taken him a moment to remember her name. "You will aid me in creating that new and complete world."

He was starting to freak her out more than a little bit, and she felt very unsettled by his manic behaviour. She didn't show it outwardly. She was good about hiding her feelings behind a serious facade. She wanted to find some way to talk him down off this ledge he'd set himself on, and attempted to keep him talking. "And... how would you propose to create this new world?" she asked him, looking for some opening to try and talk him down.

"I am uncertain how to harness the power found here," he admitted. Turning from her, he looked around at their surroundings, suddenly throwing his arms wide. "This world could have been the perfect and complete world I sought. But it was tarnished, ruined by the greed and selfishness of others."

When he turned back to her, his eyes were unfocused, almost as though he was looking through her. "I will find what power holds this world together, and I will use that to create that ideal. This world, no worthless world, can be permitted to exist. A new one will be created on this spot. And you, lady of the cosmos, will assist me."

"You have yet to answer my question," she reminded him. "How do I fit in to your grand plans?"

"I am as yet uncertain. Everyone must prove themselves..."

If he could prove himself, anyway.

"Then perhaps what you need now is rest," Rosalina tried to reason. "Your mind is awash with thoughts and confusion. You are no good to yourself, or anyone, in this state..."

He raised a hand to his forehead, as if dealing with a headache where there was none. "No good to myself...no, I am not the issue at hand here. The world must be set right..."

"And sending yourself to an early grave will not accomplish anything," she warned him. At least this was something she could use to try and persuade him... Fight fire with logic.

"Refusing to do anything will damn us all. I will be fine. I must be, for the sake of everything."

There was more boldness in his voice now, more drive and passion.

"I must find what holds this world together. Goddess...yes, you hold the cosmos itself in your palm. Yet you possess little power over it. I must find the root of that power, and you will aid me."

Rosalina tapped her chin in thought at his comments. "Hmm... You're right, I do hold great sway over the cosmos themselves. But perhaps you underestimate what power I DO have..."

She lifted her star wand, and waved it in Cyrus's direction. A sparkling of energy at the tip, and she started to alter the gravitational forces acting on Cyrus, lifting him off the ground.

"Even you can be as stubborn as my children at times," she said. "If you won't get some rest, perhaps I need to put you to bed like them."

Rather than struggle against the sudden force, he simply stared at her. "You know what is at stake. You above all others know why we must act."

"I do," she replied, turning and walking away, waving her wand to make Cyrus float after her. "And I know that things will happen when it is their time. The universe can wait until you've allowed yourself to rest and recover. You're no good to anyone, pushing yourself to such exhaustion."

As condescending as she was being, she had a point and he knew it. "...I will approach you again, understand. Do you have any questions of your duty?"

He never would have asked that before. It was part of his plan to attract dimwits who wouldn't question him. Such people were disposable and wouldn't have to be included in his plan. But now, with what little population there was to go around, only valuable people could be approached. In the absence of Voile, Rhys, Sable...

He couldn't afford to think about them. He would see them again soon enough.

But for now, he had to make sure everyone he included in his plan knew their duty.

"As you are incoherent, I do not," she replied. "But we will discuss this after you have rested," she added, floating him towards the room he had staked out as his own.

He hadn't slept in a few days, but that was something familiar to him. He had always been perfectly coherent and rational no matter how tired he had gotten.

But no matter. He did need rest.

"Fine..."

Somehow the door had opened. Had he left it open or was that part of her power?

Rosalina stepped inside, levitating Cyrus above his bed. The little gravity bubble popped, and he fell a short distance down to his mattress. She smiled at him. "I'm glad you listen to reason," she told him finally. "We will talk again in the morning. Until then... sleep well."

And she quietly closed the door behind her, leaving him to his thoughts and his supposed rest.

His notebook dropped to his side, and he fumbled to remove his jacket. "...there is so much to be done," he muttered, but he kicked off his shoes and settled under the covers regardless.

There was more time in which to accomplish things here. This world had not degenerated nearly as far yet. But it would, he was sure of that.

He slept nearly twice as long as usual, and didn't dream.

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